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I guess it's like all of the stars falling out of the sky
Their whiteness plunging into the darkness of the sea beneath them 
The world wouldn't even know what to do if the entire ceiling opened up weeping its condolences
We'd stand there feeling small, reminded how heavy the earth can be 
and how even its seams have breaking points
I feel like that's what cancer is...
falling stars
misguided light
misunderstood energy
It's a loss too great to bear and too much to fathom
and we can't even catch the burden
it slips through our weak fingers 
too unprepared for the unimaginable
and you want to scream
you want to yell into the darkness
but your pride convinces you that it will only do more harm
because God forbid, someone hears you
God forbid that anyone hear you
and if only sound travelled at the speed of light
the pain would cause explosions in the sky
every star is a grave
every grave is a star that gave up
that fell out of the sky
that realized heaven isn't that comfortable
and even with all of the things you've dreamed of
no gift is greater than life
no gift feels as good as breathing
but what's a gift to cancer?
what does a gift even mean to cancer?
cancer's never woken up early on Christmas morning to even know what gifts feel like
never 
and now, the people that it takes won't feel that Christmas morning joy ever again
and they won't see the sky crumble upon their arrivals
and we'll never get to see them in their wings
we'll never see their faces full with healthy blushing blood
and we'll never hear their laughs carried by the wind again
but we will see the sky crumble 
we will see the magnificence of pain and we will feel the weight of all the angels above us
and there, we will crumble too