You know how we walk around like zombies, thinking this pain is normal, thinking that this is all there is, thinking that if we can just endure tonight, tomorrow will take care of itself.
And then you go for a doctor's appointment and he tells you that it is not normal, that in fact, something is terribly wrong. And that they need to cut you up and take out pieces of you to make things right.
Except that it won't.
Things will never go back to the normal it was before things started to go so very wrong by stealth and you didn't realise, you just didn't.
And now you try to get used to this body, missing some parts, the parts that let you sleep.
Those parts would have faded anyway, with your fading youth.
Eyes bloodshot.
Body burning.
Dry, crackle, die.
Dry, crackle, die.
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