Something too close to zero
I'm not dying, at least not in any radiologically visible sense. There is no growth in my lungs. Nothing wrong with the nerves in my spine. But even so, I am still left with nothing, only an 'its not this' that only fits into an equation that narrows down to more questions, ending once again in that look in their eyes of something like pity followed close on by an I dont know.
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So in other words your empty and trying to find purpose in just the everyday living?
Pity.
Man the sucks. Pity, that is. I would rather someone spit in my face than operate out of pity towards me. There is nothing wrong with compassion. But I dislike that Pity.
I hope all goes well.
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