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My Death Bed

My Death Bed

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Cassie Parks meets the love of her life at the wrong time. She has been struggling with depression for after her mother passed from cancer. When she finds out she's sick, she has to fight the hard battle of deciding if she want to keep living or if she want to give up. This story includes the battles of depression, love, heartbreak, and other hard topics that may be hard for most viewers.
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