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Just Di
Tuesday, August 28
You're a fucking joke!
You have no clue what a hard life is, until they've sat you down at
that desk at the doctors office with your mother while they tell you,
you had a death sentence. To set your burial in order, just in case...
When you get your blood drawn 3 times a week and look like a druggie,
ashamed of your war wounds. Of losing hair in the shower and watching it
catch in the drain. Losing your body to the steriods. Anyone who says you
lose weight batteling cancer never went on Chemo. Those fuckers!
You've never had to see your friends, the people you see everytime you
get your shots. The same people you held hands with while they cried,
watching a bag and a needle giving them life that is like a ticking
fucking clock.
Talk to me when you get a needle the size of a Cadillac in your spine...
Call me when you know what a fucking hard life is.
We'll talk.
that desk at the doctors office with your mother while they tell you,
you had a death sentence. To set your burial in order, just in case...
When you get your blood drawn 3 times a week and look like a druggie,
ashamed of your war wounds. Of losing hair in the shower and watching it
catch in the drain. Losing your body to the steriods. Anyone who says you
lose weight batteling cancer never went on Chemo. Those fuckers!
You've never had to see your friends, the people you see everytime you
get your shots. The same people you held hands with while they cried,
watching a bag and a needle giving them life that is like a ticking
fucking clock.
Talk to me when you get a needle the size of a Cadillac in your spine...
Call me when you know what a fucking hard life is.
We'll talk.
