Medication

 

Every day the alarm rings at the same time. Every day I am reminded that I have a deadly disease. And yet every day I decide to fight it. I decide to live.

It has become routine. Like the morning coffee. But the knowledge of a pill keeping me alive every single day wears heavy sometimes. Rarely, but every once in a while it peaks its ugly head out of the subconscious mind.

A repetition of a repetition of a repetition.

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