I shut my eyes tight, tears welling up from deep within my heart.
I lay in the hospital bed, gripping a clump of what used to be starched to my head; deep brown locks of hair lay everywhere.
The chemotherapy was destroying my image; but that didn't matter.
What mattered was my loved ones.
We all know this disease is terminal; we all know where the rail ends.
I see my fate; every night when I close my eyes, I can feel my death nearing me.
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Cancer
Kısa HikayeA quick thing I wrote because MCR was stuck in my head. Separated into at most, page-long chapters because why not.