This was the last week of my life. The month the doctors had given me was coming to an end. I could feel it with every move that I made, I was getting weaker. I became scared to sleep in case I didn't wake up, each day I did I knew I was getting one day closer to having to say goodbye to everyone and leaving them behind, I wasn't ready, I didn't want to go. I didn't want to say goodbye, but I have no choice, I have to say goodbye and I guess I have to die, it's how life works. Your born, you grow, you live, your sad, you're happy, sometimes you grow old or you don't and then you die. Even though we may not want to, We have to die.
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My time is almost up
AcakA young girl, shy, hides behind everyone else and never says want she want to, until she gets the news and decides to change her life... or at least what's left of it.
