Still Alive.

Still Alive.

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Sometimes you have to leave things behind not because you want to but because you are destined to. I am a believer in the saying 'Everything happens for a reason' i truly do believe it but at this very moment I really can't imagine why everything has to happen in the most horrifying way. It ain't roses and chocolates. NOT AT ALL. But here I am typing my story out to you. I'm still alive. I'm still breathing with all parts intact. I haven't given up and if you are reading this, you haven't given up either. You and me both, we accomplished something in life today. So I Welcome to my 500 ways of fxcking up life and still smiling through it. Just remember "We must bring our own light to the darkness"
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.

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