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573 days I've been cooped up. I'm only fifteen, this can't be fair. There was no escape to it, nothing but what I know I will soon feel. Hard as it is for a woman to stand idly by and watch life slip away, along with her lungs, most of her sanity, and her youth, a woman can still manage. And that's just what I've been doing for 573 days. A short story on a dying girl. Enjoy! :)
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"I'm sorry, James. The tests were positive. You have cancer," the doctor said. In that moment, I felt my entire world crumble. Everything I knew, everything I loved, I would have to say goodbye to. How was this even fair? I'm 23 years old, I haven't lived yet, haven't experienced much, and yet I was going to die. I might have just given up completely if it wasn't for her. She is the only reason I am still alive, yet she can't know of my disease. She can't know anything. I just have to pretend that everything is going to be okay before I have to say goodbye, before I run out of time.

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