This is it. I'm going to die. The problem was though that I'm not going to die.I feel it. I feel my body shut down on me. It feels as though I'm not going to make it. I am though. I always do. Yes, in the end I am happy to be well again, but that doesnt stop me from wanting to just die while waiting. It's the worst in the beginning because you know it has only just begun. I hate getting sick. I hate everything about it. I'm already stressed. Obviously who ever is pulling the strings want me to suffer. Well, I guess I have to prove them wrong. I have to prove to them that I can make it. Not only make it though. I have to succeed in stuff I normally would not have any problems doing. That has changed now. Everything is struggle. I wont shw them that though. I will prove you wrong!
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The Little Girl
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