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06-08-2013, 01:50 AM
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Not Suspicious, Merely Canadian
Join Date: Oct 2006
Posts: 3,774
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Post chemo
Sitting here with fuzz for hair
detachable fingernails a body I don't recognize ... A brain that doesn't work words that have no meaning hearing that does not compute ... I or not-I sit here post-chemo, post-surgery, post-surgery, post-surgery, post-surgery, post ... oh, fuck it ... nothing is the same nothing quite computes nothing looks or feels or tastes or smells or sounds the same but staying awake all night staying awake all day staying awake no matter what there is no sleep there is no rest there is no peace there is no beauty there is only an experience to which no one can relate there is only loss there is only pain there is only devaluing why stay awake why try to sleep why try to breathe why
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