Look at you last year. Gaunt sad pale skin dark eyes. Were'nt very happy were we?
But we were not on our own. We had a friend. An old friend. She spoke to us, a lot. Sometimes she was so loud it was hard to not listen.
So we listened.
We listened to the detriment of everyone around us and to our own health's demise.
Our doctors said to stop or we would die.So we accepted help We didn't want to. But we did, and our friend started screaming and kicking.
She tried lots of ways to make us listen, but we tried our best and eventually she turned into a whisper.
Theres still a little way to go... and sometimes we miss her...
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