When I see you I think God it's not me
I know it is no longer about you
Your family is near and they are upset
Everytime I see it I always pray
'Dear God please be with the family...thank you it is not me'
I know someday it will be me...in the distant future
Now it is my turn
It isn't fair
I am not ready
My family does not get sick
My family will not die
I am not ready
I am so mumb
I can't cry
I keep thinking this is happening to someone else
I will keep going
Foolish optimism is a great coping mechanism
I know better
You say it's cancer
According to you there is a cure
I know better
Please God
It can't be time
please don't let it be me
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