I’m trying to remember how long it takes for the nausea to go away. I make coffee because I don’t know what else to do Last night I made a drink because, I should want to drink right now, right? But I don’t really. I don’t want to do anything. These are the days I wake up to the nightmare. I’ve been here so many times. And each time, the process is the same. I’m trying to remember how long it takes for the nausea to go away. I make coffee because I don’t know what else to do Last night I made a drink because, I should want to drink right now, right? But I don’t really. I don’t want to do anything. These are the days I wake up to the nightmare. I’ve been here so many times. And each time, the process is the same. There are no skipping steps just because you know that you survived before when you thought you would not. At what point do you stop wanting to survive?
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