Oh the way you make me feel.

Chemo, Oh the way you make me feel.
The days of anxiety that lead up to our meeting. 
How right after I am with you my appetite is fleeting.
I feel your chemicals as they flow through my body.
You make me weak, and I don't enjoy eating.

Gradually my energy begins to build and to flow.
 I have my strength once more.
Then before you know it, it is time to go.
Back to you again dear chemo.

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