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Solito rumore, solito dolore, sentire l'ago che penetra nella tua pelle non è una delle sensazioni migliori. Tutti mi considerano forte solo perché ho questa cavolo di malattia, lo dicono solo perché non mi conoscono, l'apparenza inganna. Sono così solo perché ho accanto loro, sono loro che mi danno energia per fare avanti e indietro tra la stanza numero 098 e la sala della Chemio. Tutti i giorni mi vengono a trovare al posto dei miei. La mia vita é una delusione, prima perdo mio fratello più grande per colpa di un incidente stradale, poi mia mamma scopre di essere incinta, e infine ci sono io, sempre all'ultimo posto. Vorrei staccare i fili che mi tengono in vita.
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