What is fair? That while the world spins, I sit here begging for empathy to no avail? Or that I get to do nothing, while someone else has their hands full?
My body now feels like a hundred tons, sluggish and inactive, and my mind is nothing but sleepy, struggling even to form correct sentences here. Which would be the lesser evil? That I let myself rot and be human, or be sidelined, inhumanely?
The closer I edge towards my getaway, the more depressing I become. What the hell should I do.
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