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Boob Diaries #3 Battling Breast Cancer

Dread Looms, Time Pauses

Insidious shadows swallow my sun.

I'm in the dark, blind.

And I wait.

It waits.

Clock ticks. Hands unmoving.

No echoes in the still chamber of a heart on hold.

And I wait.

It stirs.

"I'm sorry." Doc says, papers rustling.

Brittle leaves of hope crushed by weighty words.

Still, I wait.

It gloats.

I wait for the worst, I want the best.

It wants me.

It claims me.

And I fold.

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