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Ongoing, First published Jul 05, 2016
You never know how precious life is until it's gone. Or until you have a month left to live. I've never really had an interesting life.... I guess that's why they told me to make the most of it, but really when you have a month to live you only have a week of actual loving before overbearing pain kicks in and your hospitalized. This was my last summer, and every little memory from it is a flower. This is my last summer of flowers -not edited and there's going to be bonus chapters at end.All Rights Reserved
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