Leanne
Aug 06, 2015
Leanne Kimberleigh
" Some days I cannot even find the strength to walk out that door. "
I'm sitting on a sofa, legs tucked under me, a blanket over and a cup in my hand.
I feel dizzy.
I stretch out my hands towards the table in front of me.
I take a orange package and I read the writings over it.
I shove two pills in my mouth.
I sigh.
I put the empty cup on the table and stand up.
" One last year. It will be beautiful."
I mutter to myself.
I smile and I go toward the door.
I open it and go out.
My secret:
I've left one year to live.
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