The truth can make you it’s victim, especially when it is a death sentence via terminal illness.
You are a victim of truth
reality has scolded and burnt you
Misfortune has tracked you down
your smile has turned upside down
You do not recognise yourself from before
you see yourself walking out that door
Just when you have had enough, wait there is more
just what on earth are you fighting for
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