A hospital stay built on medication induced hysteria.
Green coffee which bleeds into my subconscious.
Pain caressing itself into my being just to remind me I am not in control.
Tears of sorrow for not believing in an existence outside of my own.
To make amends within this journey of anesthesia that I never asked for.
My death must bring comfort to those who would not open their ear to the sounds of obedience without the reckoning within.
Life could have been sublime had I not carried the burden of a free thinker who demanded to know
more.
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Author:
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