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Seven - Sloth

by alex-crilly-mckean

There’s no need to wake up, I can give myself another minute. I don’t have to go to work today, there’s no point. The doctor’s appointment can wait a little longer, no bother. My sister’s wedding? I don’t think it’s that important. Shopping for food isn’t my main priority. My dad is in hospital? Too bad. Chest is hurting. It can wait. Skin is turning pale slightly. Arms still won’t move. Still very hungry. Eyes closed. Goodbye.
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Jun 28, 2012
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