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Cancer

The trees whisper around her, telling her all their secrets. She's afraid of herself but more afraid of what she knows, soon her hair, covered in snowflakes, will be gone. A sob escapes her throat, but she's already cried her tears.
The snow continues to fall, a vast white blanket. A snowflake brushes her cheek, numb with cold. She looks around at the beauty that surrounds her, and for a moment she's free.




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KatAnne said...
Sept. 1, 2009 at 9:30 pm:
Thanks for the comment. This was beautiful.
 
Kaygirl replied...
Sept. 11, 2009 at 7:34 pm :
Thanks for reading it, I actually met the girl at the hospital in atlanta, her name was Calli and her hair started falling out so I donated my hair. Calli died the following spring at the age of eleven, so it means a lot to me. She told me about the first time she found out and I decided to make it into a written piece. Sorry I keep going on, I'm just syched someone actually liked it... Peace Out.
 
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