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Snip.
Snip, it’s the moment I realized everything goes downhill
 When what I was told was “Never gonna happen”
 Did.
 When one look gave me all the information I needed. 
 With a turn of the head, all of my worst fears were confirmed.
 
 Snip, it’s when your Father, the only solid pillar left, 
 Comes crumbling down in a wash of tears
 Held back emotion
 Pain
 Agony
 Despair
 Anguish
 The empty bottle 
 Vowed never to be opened 
 Lay smashed on the the stern of a ship on it’s maiden voyage
 A voyage into the unknown
 Into the darkness
 Into what we had all learnt was a road with an abrupt end 
 
 Snip, when you and I were little, media taught us that if you had it, you would be gone soon enough
 Bald heads?Pale faces
 Weak expressions
 All awaiting their vessel to take them away.
 So what was I supposed to think? 
 Be mature, adult, responsible, reasonable, responsive, supportive, loving. 
 15 and already playing truth or dare with myself in my rapidly expanding head.
 I didn’t want my life to be flipped like the coin that I so often used to decide my mundane life decisions
 No
 One day at school turned into every depressing novel, movie, soap opera, magazine article’s main story.
 
 Snip, I can’t tell you how many times I paced, rocked and shivered at the thought
 Seconds
 Minutes
 Hours
 Days
 Nights
 Weeks 
 Weeks were spent
 Scars built up, one for every incision. 
 They told me level three, but all I heard were
 screams.
 Why is it that we can look so fine but our insides feel as if they’ve been spun a million times
 Catapulted into space
 Shook upside down
 and then spat back out only for you to repeat the entire process the next day.
 
 Snip, so everyone has a different response
 Like, oh, I’m sorry
 sorry for what?
 It’s not your fault
 well of course it isn’t.
 She’ll get better
 how can you know
 She’ll be fine
 don’t. you. dare.
 Unless you’re a doctor or a bloody scientist then I don’t want to hear it.
 Why do you think Doctors aren’t allowed to make promises?
 because sometimes,
 they just can’t keep them.
 
 Snip, for every strand lying on the floor
 For every scarf worn
 For every situation 
 For every sideways glance
 For every mean comment
 For every slither of negativity that pushed her down, kicked dirt in her face and threw rocks at her head
 I’ve tried to stay strong
 I tried to stay strong
 I’m trying to stay
 strong
 
 Because for her, those snips don’t matter.
 Those snips only prove how strong she is
 The wall she built to fight
 The catapult for flight
 Her strong exterior
 Her stronger interior 
 Yes, this will keep kicking her
 Yes, it will hurt
 but inside, however weak she gets
 I know that cancer will never
 get the best of my mum.

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