| It was a regular Monday evening
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| I was feeling a big weak
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| I blamed it on being out in the sun for too long
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| It was about seven as my phone rang
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| It was my doctor and life-time confidante
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| He didn’t seem to be himself that night
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| In his voice I heard some king of fright
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| I asked him jokingly why he called and then stated
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| Jokes about dying of some rare disease
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| It was at this point that I knew that something was wrong
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| He then proceeded to tell me my brief and boring medical history
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| Finally he laid it on me I has cancer and it was terminal
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| The days that followed were difficult
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| The reactions varied from person to reason
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| My parents told me to be strong and reassured me
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| That they were there for me
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| Finally I realized I have cancer and it’s terminal
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| I have to deal with it, trying to help myself
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| I felt ostracised from my family and friends
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| Everyone said that they were concerned
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| But no one really knows what they should do
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| No one really knows what to do
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| Difficult days not getting mad
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| Difficult days the days you know you will die |