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--**Gerard's POV**--
I walked down the hall, looking straaight to the ground. It was like a death sentence.
No wait...
It was the death sentence.
I knwe exactly what the dotor would say, and i didnt need him to tell me.
I got into the sterilised room, and hot tears roled down my face. The doctior walked in and spoke the words I knew i would hear...
"I'm very sorry Gerard, but you have cancer in the esophageus, i wish there was more i could do, but even if you decide to go through the kemo-therapy, you will not be able to sing again." with that, he left. He wasnt Sorry,
He didnt care,
He Goes throught this multiple times a day.
There goes my career.
My life
MY PASSION!
I'll never sing again.
There goes the band too.
We'll release that last record though, we've already recorded it.
But thats the end.
The end of my career,
the end of lives we saved with our music.
the end of life as we (the band) knows it.
But the hardest part? Its leaving you. The fans. The people who brought us to fame. --Sigh--
--Cause the the hardest part of this
Is leaving you--
------DEAR PEOPLE WHO SMOKE
you know whats going to happen, so stop before its to late'
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