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The mass that kills you, Eating at your heart. The killer thing called cancer, I don't want to be part. This can't happen to you, your not old enough to die. I love you too much Grandma.....you the only one who's there for me. Don't go now before the holidays strike. Fight off the cancer, you can win with all your might. Keep your eyes open, striking fear in the eyes, win the fight for loves sake. Hoping you stay much longer, I write this poem for you. If you leave the world now.....I really will die, with nothing left if the world to finish, or do.

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