Has no one told you he's not breathing
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Hazel. That was the name of the girl that he was madly in love with. At least that's what he was guessing she was called. Her hazel hair always swaying in the wind, and her hand swishing against the sketchpad. He was too much of a wimp to ask her out, to scared that she would laugh at him or not take him seriously. He was scared of life. However when you realise that you are going to die then you start to want to live a little.That's what he does. He lives, and it's an epic love story.
I guess that's what sickness is. It targets the people that are not living, forcing them to live their life to the fullest, until it's too late for a second chance.
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