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I, I, I don't know what to do.
A week in the hospital is never fun. My arms resemble those of a junkie. Every vein used and abused. Serious medications, terrifying side effects. Three more doctors to see. Phone calls from my phantom father pretending to care. The house in Indiana reminds me of my grandparents' home. Familiar but I'll always be a guest not a resident no matter how long I stay. My Morgan is dead, he was too sick to keep on living. Is that what will happen to me? He isn't here to comfort me while I'm sick, lull me to sleep with his purrs.
Too many decisions rest with me. I was never one to choose.
A week in the hospital is never fun. My arms resemble those of a junkie. Every vein used and abused. Serious medications, terrifying side effects. Three more doctors to see. Phone calls from my phantom father pretending to care. The house in Indiana reminds me of my grandparents' home. Familiar but I'll always be a guest not a resident no matter how long I stay. My Morgan is dead, he was too sick to keep on living. Is that what will happen to me? He isn't here to comfort me while I'm sick, lull me to sleep with his purrs.
Too many decisions rest with me. I was never one to choose.