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Slowly I descend.


Slowly I descend.
This is out of my control.
No improvement,

No hope
I'm dropping.
I try to pretend
This isn't real.
It's just a constant nightmare,
With no dream in sight
Paralyzing me in bed
Gripping me tighter and tighter
Suffocating me in the bitter truth
Of reality.
But even when I wake,
It's still the same.
It's still the same.
By the next day,

It’s not the same.
It's worse.
Never getting better
No end in sight
Never able to escape the hellish prison--
Trapped.
A prisoner in my own body.
I am trapped--
Trapped.
I rap

Rap

Rap on the door

To escape

To get out

To leave

My body.

But I'm trapped.
I'm not immortal
I'm not invincible

I'm breaking.

Collapsing.

My body

Is falling apart.

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Tahwa313
<p>But there is hope. There is a light, but somedays it is no brighter than a pinhead in the darkest of rooms. Other days it is as bright as the morning sun. It hurts when there doesn&#39;t seem to be any light but you can live on and find the light.&nbsp;</p><p>Thank you for putting words to what I, and many others, have felt before.&nbsp;</p>

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