She knew she only had a month to live. 15. She would live to be 15 and 8 months and then she would die. She had so much she wanted to do. So much she wanted to see. At lease she could say everything she wanted to. One month to let everyone she loved hear one last thing from her. One month to write her heart out. One month to make sure she was remember
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Letters From The Dying Girl
RandomShe was dying. Her family knew it. The doctors knew it. Her friends knew it. She wish she didn't know it. Update Saturdays
