StrengthIf there is one thing I've learned In this short life of mine It's that no matter my pain, my hurt, or fear You will always be there, with a joke and a smile Lending your strength and your arms A comfort that is too precious for words And I will always be grateful For the one sentence you never spoke aloud But always it lingered on your lips And shone in the depths of your cerulean orbs And that smile, that beautiful, oddly powerful thing That kept me from crying as you held my hand How funny life can be When I am one with this cancerous curse Yet it is your e
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