0126. i know myself that my time spent being alive isnt an easy road. and in case that wasnt hard enough to swallow, an inner voice tinkers within my head and makes me realise that even in death, i will be take the a longer and more winding path.
as my innards rot and perish in the prime of my time, i know this sickness wont make me last long enough to see my parents to their final journey. like a single flaw in the great system of the miraculously wonderful machine called the human body that will gradually cause its crumbling downfall.
my life and death is a cruel joke played out by some sadistic, almighty being; to be given a thorny route for my mental and emotional health when im alive... then towards death with the slowest physical torment i will ever face.
it's as if ima laugh all the way to my grave. believe me, i would, if i could.
but it aint no joking matter when you mock at life and in the end, it's death that has the last laugh.
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