When they told me the bad news, I knew I was in for a ride. I feel like a person that gets hit by a bus every single day. I have to live with it until I could not feel nothing. Feel numb. Feel dead. But every time someone tell me "it's going to be okay" or "you're strong" I get sicker. I guess my body is confused by what they say because my body does the opposite. The opposite of getting better. I am just dying slow. I wish it could be faster because I might want to kill myself if it doesn't. My life is on the line, and I wish someone could come and take me away from my problems.
Someone did took me away from reality. A side I thought I never would visit. A place called FUN. Well it was fun, I actually felt that he could be the one since he showed my fun side because no one could actually do that. I mean how could anyone. But I guess fate just showed up late. Because he later died eight months after we met. I was in love with him. And he was in love with me. Now its three months since after he died. And now I am dying. Cancer kills away your future. Cancer killed my love. And now cancer is claiming me.
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