Behind the Marrow
Another day, another surgery. As she's pricked with tainted fluids,
she dreams of a life without pain.
She wished to be one who went to school everyday,
rather than waisting her life away.
She wants no pity, she longs for joy.
She prays to God to hear her voice.
She doesn't live to seize the day,
she wishes to see another day.
She has her family and her friends,
but she wishes the sickness would just end.
She feels no pleasure, she just feels pain.
She awaits to see her better days.
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