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the issue is that, really, i am dead nothing works anymore and i'm trying to push through i'm trying to resurrect restructure re-assimilate but no one sees that they're not going to house me while i'm dying why should they i still have to do things as it happens i have to be active they're not going to allot me the time to experience it fully, rationally, and come to terms with it hospice care for a 20 year old doesn't exist it's not a thing to them i'm just sitting here in this house young and able bodied with a desire for nothing not wanting to work or go to school laying across the couch in broad daylight like an (being an) open sore needing (to have) the sheets ripped off of me like a band-aide (bandage) to start my day
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
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the issue is that, really, i am dead nothing works anymore and i'm trying to push through i'm trying to resurrect restructure re-assimilate but no one sees that they're not going to house me while i'm dying why should they i still have to do things as it happens i have to be active they're not going to allot me the time to experience it fully, rationally, and come to terms with it hospice care for a 20 year old doesn't exist it's not a thing to them i'm just sitting here in this house young and able bodied with a desire for nothing not wanting to work or go to school laying across the couch in broad daylight like an (being an) open sore needing (to have) the sheets ripped off of me like a band-aide (bandage) to start my day
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
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