9/3/2018, 09:14 pm
Fall in love with places and people, but I'm dying.
That could be it, the end for me.
I have this strong gut feeling that I won't make it past 11 pm tomorrow.
That's it. No more fighting for me.
I'll soon be forgotten just like everyone under ground.
I want everyone to be happy. Everyone.
I wanted to make everyone happy but I failed.
I failed.
YOU ARE READING
One Last Miracle
Short StoryDying. That's how she is. Dying. -- Miracles happen and one of them is the desire to write her thoughts in a worn out copybook. So she does and she hopes when she's gone, anyone would find it. That's the only way to ensure she won't be forgotten.
