It's now Tuesday and right now it's really hard for me to breath. Still no one checks on me or feeds me, I'm just lying on my bed not doing much. I hear my family talking but I don't know what there talking about. I'm not really worried about me dying, it will be the first time I'll fall asleep.
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Brocken
Short StoryI have a week to live and and no one cares. No one checks on me. No one...helps me.
