“I wake up to the same dreary gray clouds. I walk the same streets. I take the same route to go to the same place. I look up at the cancerous skies and it begins to rain drops of chemo. I open my mouth and let it drip onto my tongue. It burns my insides as I swallow. Melting and desintegrating my vital organs; and then I realize-it’s acid.”
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