its okay to go
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The precious face
Doused in make up and covered by black locks 36 years in the making
Your internal wounds are not so easily hidden
His words have never even made you smitten
Oh what have you done?
Dear Nene
Can you hear me?
If you can please just squeeze my hand
I know it hurts you
No not the cancer in your breast
But the wound it has left
The friends it has made in your liver and your lungs
