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  • I woke up at the hospital. I can't really tell how have I answered the phone, nor how have I opened the door. The doctor was asking me why had I done what I've done. My girlfriend and my best friend were by my side. They were pumping my stomach. They were imprisoning me into life.

    It's been in june. It's almost october now. I lived in a white apartment with the beautiful view of a hilltop. I came back to my parent's home. I felt flowers blooming in my dreams. My girlfriend broke up with me. I was able to start a conversation, I had things to say. I have nobody to talk. I'm on medical leave. Anywhere I look I see this illness devouring me from my guts.

    Now I'm dead though no one has left me die. Maybe I'll try again. Maybe I'll stop trying. Maybe I'll just stop. I took a picture of my eyes - even able to see, my life is blind.
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