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The man's tumour struck as a malignant thorn in his side. As he was coughing up blood and the doctors couldn't do shit about it, his family ignored him and sent him away. They too feared becoming infected. As he wasted away aimlessly, traveling, his heart bleeds a little more each day as his body slowly falls apart in this decrepit unit. And his mother whispered sweet tunes in his ear, "this disease will break you down, and you, this worthless... Piece of flesh, a dancing tune fruitlessly flying through the sky, you're more a burden now than you could ever be put to use." As his family faded away, so did his friends, and the mountains and the lakes, as consumption crushed his lungs. A sweet reminder of what he had remained, as the scars dug deep into his body. They'd always let him know where he had been. He always had the memory of everything he had lost, and as he lay dying he knew those scars would never heal. He'd always have a piece of beauty left in his chest, like a piece of shrapnel tearing his skin apart, and all he had lived for faded away just as he did, until they all disappeared.