"see nobody loved me enough, I'm dying and the cells in my body don't love me enough to keep me alive." The sad boy looked at the grass we were laying on.
I could not bear seeing the grief and the depression behind his eyes.
I took his hands and curled our fingers and with my shaky voice I spoke,
"but they're fighting for you look you're breathing right now and look at the stars and look at how they're all shining to help you see in the darkness. And look at me, I love you."
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Poetrya story in which a girl meets a sad boy with cancer and helps him see the stars in the darkness
