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Hospital

I walk through the hell ridden hallways The silence so loud it almost engulfed me, dragging me underneath the freshly polished tiled floor Each room is a new hellish spectacle Each person looked like a withering rose, desperately begging for a drop of water to survive. I walk past them as if I’m better, but I’m not I feel myself slowly withering away as well I sit in the waiting room, barely aware of my surroundings The low, inaudible hum of the tv giving me a sense of comfort I liked this place, it made me feel safe It was blank and bare, a comforting contrast to my thoughts Everyone cared, it gave me a sense of peace Maybe I would be ok? I wanted to stay here forever and ever until I wither away

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Date: 9/21/2023 2:47:00 PM
Interesting. You might like Charlotte puddifoot here on PS. She often writes in this manner. Caregivers can indeed bring us a measure of comfort. Superficial? Maybe, but better than none
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