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The clock has just struck midnight
on my Cinderella tale,
my eyes are fading darker
and my skin is looking pale.
The chemo they inject me with
has seeped into my veins
turning me into nothing
such a pitiful looking thing.
My mother and my father
they see me and they cry
cause the doctor says I have a limited time
and by that I know he means i'm going to die.
They tell me to stay strong
but the nights are so long,
my head it feels heavy and low.
God is right beside me,
and he is holding my hand,
he tells me that the light gets brighter
even though now it seems so very bland.
There will be no tomorrow
there will be no today
cause this cancer is killing me inside
and its taking me away.
My friends don't even visit me
cause they don't kow how to deal
they know nothing of how to talk to me
as if I lost the right to feel.
Wait, why is the light,
getting dimmer and dimmer?
My hand is burning and my head is pounding
I can see the dark, blinding shimmer.
"No!" I cry, I scream and shout,
Cause I know whats happening to me,
I feel a final grip on my hand,
Until it's impossible to see.
