I'm furious. They think they've figured me out, but they haven't! How can you figure out something you don't even want to see?! They must be coming up with an excuse to keep me sane for a while longer, but that won't last for long. Soon, all of these stitches will sink into my skin permanently, and I'll be this way forever. If only I could just see the light again, that would help this experience be less painful on my sake. From what it can tell, I'm getting weaker, and my ribs are visible under my, now very thin, skin. This better be over soon, or I'll end it myself.
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