Life's little blemishes
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  • Reads 2,426
  • Votes 25
  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 2m
Ongoing, First published Sep 11, 2013
My name is Megan Jones i'm 17 and live in London with my best friends Caitlyn, Pippa, Valerie and Rosa. I am terminally ill with leukemia and I need a bone marrow transplant. My life is slowly fading away along with my passion to live, I just need a boost that will give me that little bit more strength. But I am terminal. I will never get better. I will never be normal again. Death will come and take all of us in the end, I just happen to have it coming as hurdles throughout the rest of my life. But in the end, death will win and I will be gone forever. Never remembered. Forgotton. Lost in the real world, living in the after world.
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