What goes unsaid will remain Unsaid

No this is all wrong.

Why can't I get up? Urgh, this is so frustrating!

No. No. No. No. No!

I want to tell my parents that I love them, I want to hug them and kiss them.

I want to tell Miss Davis that she saved my life; I want to tell her to be happy and I want her to know that I will always be there on the football pitch, just watching. 

I want to tell Heidi that she helped me through all my long, sleepless chemical filled nights. I want to tell her she can talk to my grave and I will make it better.

I want to tell David that he is smart and handsome and that he will do fine in the future.

And Robert. Well, I want to tell Robert that I have and always will love him.

Now it is too late. If only I had realised this yesterday! Stupid brain, stupid tumor, why does it have to be like this? Why did I wait? 

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