Paradise of Peace III

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"Bleep."The machine right next to me let out its annoying call, that sounded precisely each 3.1244589237423 seconds.

I swore loudly at it and tried to move away but a wire restrained me, a wire that connected me to that machine, my arch enemy for the past 5 years.

It had always been winning the fight, holding me captive just with 1 thin wire. How weak was I? If I couldn't even escape that.

But 5 years of endless surgeries, pills, medications, injections and doctors, muttering about how I would never live to see another Christmas.

But I did.

I survived 5 years longer than I should have and surely one would wonder what strange fate allowed me to slither from the grasp of death so easily.

Today is where it all ends, the day where I would finally be able to step out of the glass sliding doors of the hospital and venture deep in the world.Away from ward 245.

Away from the constrictive environment I had been bound to.Away from death.

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