Meet my enemy: cancer

Meet my enemy: cancer

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When I was younger I had a great family. my mum was amazing she told me stunning storey's about our family and that I was a princess and we all lived in a great big castle.And that we were always happy and nothing bad could ever happen to us.I just wish that last bit was true. My dad and my older brother are so kind to me.I understand my dad being kind but my brother I'm not sure about.Most brothers are so mean but its like mine brother is keeping a secret from me... Anyway my brother name is josh and my name is annabelle and I have ....... cancer. I'm in the hospital bed writing in my dairy even though it doesn't seem like it.When I found out I had cancer I did not know even know what it was I was only 4 and a half. monday 20th of july dear diary I am still in hospital .I did not finish what I was writing yesterday because I felt weak and started vomiting so I couldn't write. It started at night. I woke up and felt really hot and sick. I couldn't move
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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