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That evening I had seen my father crying...my

mother crying...

Because it was my last night....

The cancer conquered me...

I had ran through the hospital...

Because I had to admire my soul...

My last night should not be sleeping and

crying in a corner...

My last night is as gorgeous as me...

My hairs were no more...

So it was so heavy rain for me...

So heavy...

I smiled...

Slowly my breath Stopped cooperating...

I sat on that street ....fully wet...

I also didn’t took any effort to breathe...

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