I am dying in this cruel world; all I want to do is see the world... one... last... time
It's very hard hitting, once you find out. But... why all that panic if you've only got a few years to die
It's a slow death, you start becoming weaker and weaker
My mother was in distraught when she found out, my father too... but he's that type, the type where you're a man and you shouldn't express your emotions. But I do hear him cry sometimes
This is my story, this is my journey. My journey to the end
The Story of a Ball, named Ball