My hands are rough.
My back is strong.
My skin is blotchy.
My words are wrong.
My lips are cracked.
My eyes are dry.
My breath is smoky.
My body's rolling high.
You are wonderful. Beautiful. You're the one I dance for. I wish you danced for me.
"This is cancer, right?" Welcome to the one-person support group for life's follies.
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