Grey... cold morning air makes it hard to breathe.

Worlds... The sky wears a somber smile today. Clouds shift across the

Horizon, something feels strange about this day, my chest is heavy and the

Sky is falling uncertainty looms in my world of grey. I have an appointment
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With death, doctors give me eighteen months to live. Why? Oh god why? have

You not already taken everything from me? I have an appointment with death,

Doctors give me eighteen months to live.

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