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Tossing And Churning…!Are the thoughts of being dead! To rid this fear I know not what to do, All I know is I need the strength to pull through! Russian roulette is the name of the game, Not knowing which operation is driving me insane! It has to go there is no doubt at all... It's just the results that will deem my call. Either way it doesn't matter what that will be… For ignorance has decided the issue for me. And what of the prognosis…well I don't know…? The results on which way this will go. It's the not knowing that's driving me insane, One thing is for sure, my life won't be the same. What can we do? How do we deal with the strife? More, how do we cope with the thought of loosing our life? They say it's a risk you may get cancer, ‘with' H.R.T. But I didn't know that ‘without' it could still happen to me! So you see swings and round-a-bouts is the name of the game, It's just one of those things, there is no-one to blame. I slipped through the net, and now my life is at stake… So without hormones, get on H.R.T. for goodness sake!! Don't walk the shoes that will deem ‘my' fate, Just get yourself sorted, don't make a mistake! …For the bottom line is… The result is horrific! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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