Mr. God,
Me instead?
Thank you.
No seriously- no sarcasm.
I'm young and tough
and it does not scare me.
This is simple and early
and will be taken care of.
Thank you for putting it
somewhere else.
I CAN like so many other woman
Beat the odds.
Leave my daddy, my family alone.
I'm a fighter
damnit
and I can do it.
Thank you.
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Relief. For now.
I don't take these things well. Numb acceptance. As is our way.
Relief. Today. Tomorrow. Until the next time your chart is pulled. With those red comments and underscores.
I'll be there for you. To hold your hand. I have homemade chicken soup. Not "real food". But the good stuff.
Relief. Sweet, sweet relief. Way to beat that shit, babes. Again. Another day, another triumph.
It is our way and that is why we understand and are there even if we can't be there.
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