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Originally Posted by eva5667faliure
This body that behaves like quicksand
Slowly crushing you
Slowly the life coming to an end
Let go I tell myself
Just let go
To have this feeling come to me
The devils hour
I’m up every morning at three crying for an hour before I rerun to bed after making Eva’s lunch and breakfast
I am just broken
Haven’t been seen or heard from
Just how I am
So much taken from this body in the last ten years
One by one
Piece by piece
Was never like this
Yet here I am
This death in my gut
Take it from me I ask every single morning
This is how I wake
Every single morning
How did I get here
Me
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P.S.
Had the breast reconstruction
In worse pain now
I was never given the choice
I did my homework
With my insurance company
Found a five star doctor
But that’s not what happened
I can’t even look at me without crying
Especially my left side