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My Own Kind of Chemo -On Wait Till Further Notice -

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boyxboy shortstory sickness

I hate the smell of hospitals.
I hate the needles they poke me with. 
I hate the sucky Wi-Fi. 
I hate how I have to lay in the uncomfortable beds. 
I hate having to eat the gross food. 
I hate the heavy weight of sickness, hope, dread, sorrow, and death that filled the air.
I hate that I'm stuck here.
I hate not being able to laugh.
I hate not being happy.
I hate not being able to live a normal life.
But then again... what is normal?
Normal for me is being wheeled around the hospital for either tests, chemo, or other things.
Normal for other people might be going to the mall, going to the movies with friends, getting so drunk that they don't know which way is up, and not having a care in the world.
Normal might also be getting abused or not having a home.
Honestly... can anyone say they have a normal life?

( Warning! Boy on boy action will be happening in this book so enter at your own risk.)
(P.S. It might be smart to have a box of tissues close by while reading this story.)All Rights Reserved

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