Now or Never

Now or Never

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Last published Sat, Jun 16, 2018

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Everyone goes through periods in their life that seem unbearable, but pain is never permanent. Jo is finally figuring that out. She was always searching for the answers, but after a trip to the doctor's office, she realized that there are none. Life is pointless, but you can make something out of it. Living with the inevitability of death is hard, but not as difficult as denial. °∆°∆°∆° "Sometimes I wake up at 2:37 in the morning with cold sweats. There's this urge in my body just to leave." I paused, taking in a breath. "Where? I don't know. But I stand up, and I start walking. Because that's all you can do. Most of the times I'll find myself standing on the front steps, admiring the n-night sky. It's the one thing that's always been there for me. But, on those rare occasions, I'll - I'll find myself laying in the driveway, tears streaming down my face, rocks digging into my sides. And I just lay there and feel." My face was hot, and tears began welling up in my eyes. I counted to three, three times. "I'm dying. And there's absolutely nothing I can do about it."

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