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A Confession: One Last Truth

That day I felt like there was a big spear that hit my heart.

'The doctor diagnoses me'

The fucking tumour was in my body. Wretched.

The fact that my time isn't much anymore.
I was devastated. My body is weak. My tongue is out. I must have lost my way.
3 months I collapsed, in the deepest part of the abyss. I don't move, just sleep lying in bed, I eat only once a day until my body is very thin. I shut myself up, didn't talk to anyone. And oh, my parents are more devastated than me. Especially mom. Her heart was torn to see her poor little girl. Mom even almost wanted to kill herself because of me. I give up.
But only 3 months that's it.

Regardless, I thought that I wouldn't waste any more time. I started back at the office, I used to always keep my weight, now eat a lot of chocolate cake until full, I also took time off to walk to beautiful places that I have never visited, hangout with friends, watching movies in theaters until falling asleep, I went to the salon to be queen day, coloring my hair with a color that is crazy thinking, I also started wearing contact lenses that I always avoid for fear of damaging my eyes, oh and also I started liking taking pictures .. Start liking photography, catch every the moment I passed and post it on my instagram account.

I started writing.
The things I do today. My heart. Rhymes of poems that I always fear if only people will insult me, now I post in all my accounts so they remember me.

I started to say what I should say and save what I shouldn't know

Like 'I love you mom and dad' 'thank you for today' 'the food is delicious' 'today is fun' 'often come, yes?' 'good night'

And keep saving 'hey you, I like you, let's go along' to him. It's better for him not to know how a child feel.

Then, Byebye-

DAY 03: A CONFESSION: ONE LAST TRUTH

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