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carrying a corpse around is exhausting but i see myself doing it a little bit longer. i have nothing left to lose anymore. i don’t love my family like i did and i don’t care about barely anybody or thing enough that it would kill me. there is freedom in it. sometimes i see a dog and my heart turns down to my stomach. i still can not breath and everything hurts when i am awake.

i feel like most of the time i can’t take life as it is. the passing of time erases me little by little and i feel it in my bones like a disease. feels like I’m dying, and actually i am. been coughing up blood and i can’t smell since january. sun is in my face treating me like a dead flower. its not of use anymore when you’re rotting.