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Save the lives Step one: They said  "we neeed to talk" I walked , they said "Sit down it's just a talk" I smiled politely  back at them They stared politely right on then Some sort of window to the right As they go left, I just stayed right Between the lines of fear, regret I began to wonder why I left Where did I go wrong? I lost my friends Of all the wrong turns and dead ends And I would've fought with them all night I wondered " Did I save my Life?" All I thought they did know best After  all they had known  best Try to step out of the group Without granting happiness Made out a list of what is wrong Things keeping a

               I don't know just how much time I have left to write. On the upside- I haven't been coughing as much anymore, but it's quite a bother now as I have a little trouble breathing. It's upsetting; I haven't told anyone still, I feel like I should but I just don't. Every single time I try, I freeze up and hesitate, and end up leaving. I think they suspect something- only because Joe keeps asking me how my lungs are doing and if I'm watching them. What the hell does that mean? Watching my lungs? Watching them what, deteriorate? No thank you- I prefer to keep moving and never stop going. If I stopped, I'd just die quicker, but I feel l