lukimeya is killing me
that day ...the day in which i discovered that damn disease..... its moving in my blood...... my face is always pale ....am losing weight everyday ......nightmares follows me even i f i were awake ......headache never stops ... am missing the old days .... this pain nobody can handle it...its time to change my world...its my last days in this world ....i want people to remember the good sides of me ..i keep praying all night long for Allah to forgive me.... i always think what will change in this world when i leave?!..... i believe that my death anniversary will be the worst day for someone... people tears will kill me even more when i am died ....was i a good person ?! ....did i help people ?!.....the people whom i hurt did the forgive me?!
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