Life is so boring. I cry myself to sleep. I started writing my goodbyes seems as I might not be able to leave until my last breath. I grow weak everyday. The nurses all admire me, well except for one. She told me on my first night she wouldn't give me any pitty. I wasn't offended I appreciate it. So many people baby me. She treats me like any other human. I asked her name, nurse Traci. She had a son until he was killed by the police claiming her was armed even though he was just walking home from practice. She thinks that the cop was racist. I believe so too, that's what is a big problem in society. Another thing I wish would change.
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Fight Song
RomanceSome say that cancer means that it's the end of the world, but it's just the beginning of a whole new journey.
