Another sleepless night, I'm not sure what to make of it So tired, still I cannot sleep Treatment in the morning Always hopeful!
And yet, I pray daily for death to come. To free me from this misery. Pain, physical, mental, spiritual.
I do hope to at least make the trip to Texas. I hope I die out there. I just don't know how much more of this I can take.
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