putrefaction.

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I can’t wait till I see the angel and the pain slowly fades away, hopefully my hands will be wrinkled, but I don’t know if I will last that long. God knows I’m tired, but he continues to let me live in this purgatory, I wish I believed in the book because maybe it would help this all make some sense, have a meaning? but I fear that I’m enduring this for nothing, no outcome, no reason, no happy endings. My eyes glaze over as I sit watching the tv flicker, these images I see don’t reflect a life I would be allowed to live, instead I seek comfort in a synthetic reality, the doctors won’t help me anymore because I’m resistant to the chemicals they feed me, let me sleep I cry, I’m so so tired