Dear Death Diary

Dear Death Diary

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Don't regret aging, it is a priviledge denied to many... All good things come to an end. Every beautiful rose withers. Every sunny day ends with darkness. Inevitably every person dies, it's just a matter of destiny when that happens. Maybe it wasn't written in the stars for me. On my 15th birthday, 15th April, my whole world shattered into a billion pieces. It was on this day that the doctors diagnosed me with leaukimia, blood cancer. But I'll fight it hard like an army guard. Hand over heart Praying for a miracle...
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.

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