Grasping the Grave

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Cancer is a word that many fear,

It is all over the earth,

Infecting many who are dear,

From old age to birth,

Many are affected,

And no where you will be completely protected.

Caused by many things,

From the sun to your genes,

To their life the victims cling.

Theres A cancer inside me,

And im fighting to be free,

It's the cancer of sadness,

The sadness inside me,

It's been there a while,

and it's gotten real bad

Why? You might ask, am I so sad?

I'm sad because this is my story

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I listened to the sound of the birds chirping as I walked up the winding cement path. I kicked a small pinecone, and it rolled lightly up the small hill before it began to roll back down. I kicked it once more and it went the rest of the way, landing in the freshly mowed grass on the left side of the path. 

I took a look around me, at the headstones and flowers. It was beautiful and peaceful, yet sad to see. Hearing a bird begin to sing, I glanced at the pine tree that was growing tall. My eyes fell and land on the headstone at my feet. I bent to place the single red tulip on her grave. The tears flooded my eyes, and when I read her name, they streamed down my face. 

I missed her so much, it was hard to imagine that she had been gone for sixth months. 

Looking at my watch, I realized it was getting late, I had to be home soon. I walked slowly down the path, deep in thought. 

Reaching where my car was parked, I hopped in the drivers door and turned the key.

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Author's note

This is the prologue :) I think...

Should I keep the title the same? What genre should I put this in? COMMENT?FAN?VOTE? THANK YOU!!!

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