hi diary
this is my seventeenth week in high school and i'm fading away.
every step i make is both easy and difficult like there is no time left for me.
and it is hard to smile when my soul is bleeding up.
so i thanked God for the pain.
mom: what did you do there a whole hour?
me: i prayed.
mom: well, that's good
me: no I thanked God for making me sicker day by day.
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Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
