Ewing Tumor

All the nurses asked me,

While running through the halls,

Pushing me in a metal bed,

While I withered senselessly,

“On a scale of one to ten,

How bad is your pain?”

What pain?

The one in my heart,

Or head because I know,

I’m not getting better?

Or the one in,

My bones,

Eating me alive?

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