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Fight I was deadly sick. I was 15 years, when I got cancer. I was scared, because if anybody found out, they would feel sorry for me. I walked into the new class and I tried to act normal, even though I was carrying on a big pain. A pain that was about to kill me. Physically and mentally. The cancer started in my lungs and spread to the rest of my body. I was taking chemotherapy and wore a wig. "Sara, you can sit next to Yasmin". I went to the girl and sat. "Hello" said Yasmin. She stared
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