Genetic Warfare (fiction) I found out yesterday. I haven't dried my eyes since. There's no point. More tears, more and more and more, never ending streams of despair running down my stark, white cheeks. I've lost the battle. I can feel it, that desperate, hopelessness, knowing that I can't win. Knowing that this year will be my last. Genetic warfare. Cancer.
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