Communication, without complaining, when quality of life is so low.
Describe, long term pain, lack of sleep, memory loss, the feeling of being left behind as those who can, forget you.
Never willing to play the victim, I never believed it even when written.
It just hurts so much, and there’s no end.
I wish people would come around, or would go for a drive or go somewhere quiet.
Up island to forests or oceans or somewhere.
Somewhere.
Somewhere new.
Somewhere different.
Somewhere we have never been.
Seeing the new numbs it, temporary, something to smile about.
Without complaining, without complaining, but it hurts.
It feels like plodding uphill, day, night, every day, it feels like…
It hurts.
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