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Why do you have to go?Turn away,
If I'm faithful you'll truly stay.
Oh, the agony.
I know I'll never marry.
I'm just soggy from the chemo,
But I'm counting down the days to go.
It just ain't living,
And I hope you know,
That if you say,
I'd ask you to say the truth.
'Cause the hardest part of this,
Is leaving you.
Now just turn away.
'Cause I'm awful just to see,
That all my hair on my body is abandoned.
Oh, my agony.
Now call my family,
Help them gather all my things,
And bury me in all my favorite colors.
I'll surely know,
That you won't kiss me.
But if you would,
Bring me a glass of water,
'Cause my lips are chapped and fa
I'm Sorry I'm Like This.I'm sorry that I need you.
I'm sorry that I plead,
While I slowly give out tears.
It's everything I seem to fear,
It feels like its been going on for too long.
I always feel lonely.
But in the end I feel strong.
Then I noticed I seem to be just bone.
I'm sorry I hurt you,
I'm sorry I throw you out of the blue.
I've been suffering in agony.
But you seem like you're not lonely.
Life been going on for too long for me.
Tell me to go away or be with me.
Throw me away or let me go.
Say you're sorry and never seem to glow.
Throw me away or never let me go.
Be with me and surely you'll know.
But I'm sorry I'm like this
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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