BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

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I always considered my life is beautiful flawed.
People kept on asking me, "You'll die soon and what for this hustle?"

I don't know the right way to answer them but then," I want to make my existence for a few years or months or worst days known to everyone who'll be born after die as well."

Not so much like Shakespeare but I still want to do something. A little bit of my something which would lighten up thousands of lives.

Cystic Fibrosis ... Treatment can help a little but this condition can't be cured.

Every morning I start with what if I die tomorrow and every night I end with I finished what I needed to finish today.

Because all I want to do was die happy. Die with a smile on my face.

My life was so perfect till yesterday....But definitely not after that.

I feel like I fell in the wrong hands. Or more like I bumped in the wrong person.

And later nothing went by my little plan.

Every morning I woke thinking why I'm still breathing and every night I slept screwing myself.

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