A Work in Progress

A Work in Progress

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It's not the lack of interaction that gets to me, it's the looks, the looks of pity. Their faces reflect it as they gaze at you like you are some helpless, wounded deer that will soon die because you are an easy meal to an obviously healthier, stronger predator. I guess in my case that predator is cancer. >>A tale of love and how it conquers all<<
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Mute

"Can you learn to love a monster?" "Can you learn to love me?" I felt like an outcast when I lost my voice. It was as if nobody would ever accept me again. Fortunately I found Ryan, he had his own problems. We were the perfect match, I thought at first anyway. Soon I found out his secrets and they felt like a dagger to the heart. "You know I'll be the death of you?" "I know." My family, my friends, my love, all dead because of me. That was outcome I aimed to avoid. "I would never hurt you Mae." "I would let you." I gave him everything.

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