I wonder if my deceased grandmother still loves me, even if I couldn't help her cancer...
Will my aunt's lung cancer be of the better kind?
Does the guy that I see have feelings about me or is he using me?
Is there any end to this monstrosity I have battled for nearly nineteen years?
... Death sometimes seems to be somewhat a better option than fighting.
And at least I wouldn't have to worry anymore.
... But then again, I'll be dead- never to attain my goals to finish college, marry, and have children.
Will I ever be good enough to get out of limbo?
If only this would end...
My pain, my suffering...
Get me a trashcan because I'm about to put this gift from Hell in a landfill!
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A contest entry
- Touch my heart by Cryssi-Bear.
650 points, ended January 8, 2009, 20 entries
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