I hear them whispering in the hallway. They’re talking about me. I’m the one in the sickroom. Other people are making decisions about my life while I narrate. I can’t pretend I’m okay anymore. The façade has crumbled and now it’s just me unplugged, uncensored, and uncovered, and strangely at peace.
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