Dear God,
The doctors say I have Chloraphmia.
Chloraphmia is a rare disease of the blood. Slowly, it'll destroy me.
There is no known cure.
I have 4 months to live.
And the worst thing is, the doctor told me with the most expressionless face, as if this was an every day thing for her.
As if she delivered a death sentence for seventeen year old girls on a daily basis.
And it made me really think about the amount of people that actually care about me.
Trust me God, there's not many.
Love,
Mackenzie.
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Dear God {completed}
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