They are both trying to kill us
Eroded from the inside
There is no exact science to either of us
Though death haunts me like an easy escape if it gets just bad enough
Your hope outshines my disease
They both came just as swiftly but my diagnosis crept up years later
The darkness finally found its light
As if there were flowers growing there that I wasn’t looking for
All I had to do was turn the light on
The only difference between us is they take you more seriously when something is wrong
But each diagnosis is a hell with just our names painted on the door
No one else can feel it except for ourselves
Yes, there are support groups
But dying tastes different to each person
And I am living a death sentence
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