This is my inner thoughts, my dad is dying of mesothelioma
The day was sunny and birds were singing, The trees had a smile to share. And I was walking proudly along, Without a worry or care. That's when I looked upon the ground, To where my friend should have been. And noticed he wasn't there at all, In fact, he was nowhere to be seen. And then I saw people look right through, Right through to things out of sight. Once I should have been in the way, But now I was nothing but light. I had died, was a ghost, did not exist, Forgetting everything I was taught. Now I walk around town alone with no shadow, I am now a memory, a thought.
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