BETTER DAYS
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what can hurt more than to know that you've less than a year to live!? like everything I have worked to create is worthless!? they all said I was going to live, they lied to me I could be okay
"Miss Brown!"
Dr Green called or may be whispered?? I don't know, I don't even want to know anything than the fact that am going to die my mind is numb and is failing to process whatever is being said to me
"bring the stretcher miss brown has fallen from her bed....."
"we've to run a heart diagnosis she looks in paralys..."
"....pull her right in the....."
I couldn't understand anything, am going to die that's all I could think of .....nothing is worth it- not even the little hope that I had cultivated all my life. nothing is going well the last thing I saw was a strong light before everything went black.
I'm dying and trust me when I say its better to be off from this body, everything was falling around me in total darkness am falling too- in the deepest abyss that am pretty sure I won't be myself anymore..... it hurts.....dying like this hurts me
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