I'm not in a good place. My heart is pounding. I'm shaking. My stomach is icky. I'm having thoughts I should not be having. Keeping myself from things I shouldn't have to. Going back to places in my mind I never want to see.
Why am I posting about this? I don't know. Better than waiting for the phone to ring? There is no answer to this disease. It's coming back for more of me. I wonder what there is left to take. This isn't me.
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"I've got better things to do than survive."
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