You never really believe these things will happen to you, until they do. Well that's what they say in most books I read or movies I watch. I was never like that. I always thought of the 'what ifs' most people find that ludicrous. Why think of something that isn't really happening? But I did, and I couldn't help it. I thought of all the people in he world suffering from billions of different diseases, and I sat there on the playground swing at my middle school and wondered how everyone else around me had been born okay without any disfigured body parts or incurable sicknesses. It always made me think of how at any second it could happen to me and one of my family members. Slowly creeping it's way up on you, just not noticing its presence until it's almost at your doorstep. Then goes all the medical procedures. The day I figured out I had a special sort of cancer it of course came as a shock, but not so much to me as to my family. Since I was always thinking it to eventually happen so I wouldn't end up to devastated I forgot to get the rest of my family prepared for it. Maybe in some extent I always knew it was there just waiting in dormant. Like it is in everyone else. Just not everyone is exposed.
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I'm thinking of turning this into a story. Although I have no clue if it's a good idea or not. Does anyone have an opinion on if I should or not?
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Thinking Is A Nasty Habit
PoesiaThis is just some of my poetry that I couldn't keep in anymore. They're my thoughts on how people feel, and what I feel. I did this particularly to see if anyone else thought similar or felt anything for whatever I write.
