Living, but dead to the world, tired of hardship and its
suffering, needing a break from it all, wanting to be
normal once again, able to do what needs to be done.
Doing everything possible, listening to all doctors,
doing what they ask, yet things keep happening to this
frail human being.
Having surgery time after time, recuperating just to
have more misery, pain and surgery, it's a never-ending
happenstance that has taken away a will to live, and yet
this spirit holds onto faith, hoping an end in sight will
come soon.
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