A life filled with
being told you have this disease.
What if that disease had no treatment?
No surgery, no magic pill, no chance of remission,
and there is no cure.
Life would never be the same
That perfect happy life I once had
no longer exists.
It's like my life was sucked into a tornado
then spit back out again
and shattered into a million and one pieces.
what it feels like
to run on nothing.
Your energy level hits rock bottom.
It's like two double A batteries trying to run a car
Doesn't work well...does it?
watching your body fail
your organs dying one by one
but your mind is still alive.
I don't have to imagine.
Is my reality.
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