Scary Cancer
My name is Hazel. I’m sixteen. Thyroid with mets in my lungs. I’m okay
Support Group
It was an endless scroll of people
I kept getting distracted
Anyway, I really did like being alone
What am I at war with? My cancer
After I finished, there was quite a long period of silence
It’s a metaphor
Let me guess
He flashed his crooked smile
Why? Why would you even like me?
Because you’re beautiful
My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life
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