dear diary
this is my thirty-first week in high school and i'm nearing the end.
to attend classes was difficult for me but I wanted to see my people.
i ate lunch with sammy and he wrote me a song.
when I listen to it, I feel the most alive.
although I am dying.
sammy: do you think that God is thrilled to see you?
me: i don't know. do you think so?
sammy: i think... I-I think you'd do a wonderful angel.
me: oh sammy
sammy: you know i hate when you call me that.
me: yet i am the only one.
sammy: i miss you mary!
me: i miss you too sammy!
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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!!!
