sickly-thin:

“I am reluctant and sad to admit that I do believe that this illness will be the death of me- maybe not today, not tomorrow… maybe not even in a year or five years… but it has its bony fingers wrapped so tightly around my life, my every breath and heartbeat. I believe that there is no real way out for me… and this nightmare will consume every day until I die… and a strong sense in me believes that I will perish prematurely… one day. Because I am not strong enough. Because I stopped being human so long ago.”

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