My Dying wishes.

My Dying wishes.

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I can't breath. I can't feel. I can't form a sentence. I'm Numb. Numb from all the pain that is slowly killing me, tearing my heart into little broken pieces which will never reconnect. I'm lost. And slowly Dying. Today is the day. The day everyone talks about. The day that everything falls apart, all the moments you've enjoyed, die. Nothing is the same. And will possibly never be. Today is my day. The day where i'm filled with despair and pain. Today is the day i find out i'm dying and suffering from the one and only bitch, Cancer. This is my story of how one disease ruined me for the worse and also ruined me for the better. How one disease gave me all the opportunities I thought I never would experience. This is my story of how one disease made my life full of surprises, heartbreaks, love and no regrets. This is My Dying Wishes.
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I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35

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