dear diary
this is my thirty-seventh week in high school and soon, i'm going to stop breathing.
mom hasn't been with me ever since I stayed here.
but i'm not mad at her.
moreover, i'm her child is with cancer.
and she can't simply say goodbye to me.
it requires a lot of time.
although I don't have much left.
mom: tell me, how are you doing there?
me: i'm in pain and the blood is around me... otherwise i'm fine
mom: i heard that George visited you last Sunday, how he behaved with you?
me: he was bald like me and made fun of me. he seemed to be a nice person. what happened?
mom: he left us when you first fell ill of cancer, that's all
me: at what age did this happen?
mom: you were five years old, mary
me: i love you so much mom!
mom: i love you more!
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Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
