To have an incurable disease feels like you are a shadow.

Your real self leaves you.

All you need is a miracle.

It feels like your clock is ticking faster than everyone else and soon ,you will disappear.

The struggle ,the pain,the drugs, and exemption from social activities is enough death in itself.

You know you could have prevented it,but now,it is too late.

Now,you want the world to know that,they can prevent it too.



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