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side effects of chemotherapy

what once defined me
dripped with ecstasy
cradled the future
now renders me a ghost.
if i weren't so fragile
tremulous from an opioid trance
i would grab a knife
kill you myself

metastatic breast cancer

6 Nov 18

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