the insider
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Última publicación dom, oct 20, 2019
I didn't mind the thought of death. Truly, it became something I had to be comfortable with. Every single day, it was the same routine. "Take your medicine, Patient Six."
The endless surgeries. The endless IV's. It all seemed endless. They used to tell me I was allergic to the world.
I believed them. Until two weeks ago, when I left.
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