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I Have Have Had My Outlook Remade Anew, Yet Again.
I Am Actually Fairly Sad.
My Dad's Uncle, Dan, Has Prostate Cancer,
And From What I've Understand,
Dan Hasn't Told Anyone, But Everyone Knows He Has It.
He's A Very Proud Man, So He Won't Tell People About It.
He's Dying.
After Surgery, And Chemotherapy, And Everything,
Dan Is Dying.

I've Never Met The Man,
I've Never Even Spoken With Him,
But If You Were Told Someone In Your Family Were Dying,
Even If It Was A Person You Knew Through Words And Conversations,
You'd Want To See Them, Right?

Dan Is Dying Of Prostate Cancer,
And My Father Is Leaving On Christmas Day To Visit Him In The Hospital.
My Dad Is Proud, Like Dan.
He Is Acting Like A Statue, Or A Soldier, Or A Skeleton,
He Is Acting Uneffected, But I Can Here The Mourn In His Voice,
And The Hollowness In His Optomism.

I Hope He Doesn't Die.
I Hope Everything's Okay.
Yet Again, I Find Myself At The Sideline With Prayers.

On A Darker Tone,
I've Been Reminded Of The Love That Is Faust VIII.
I Like The Story He's Based Off Of.
I Like The Character Himself.
I Like The Insanity, The Intellect, And The Tragedy That Is Faust.
Such A Pity-Deserving, And Tear-some Character.