so tired of heartbreak.
tired of watching those i love struggle.
tired of struggling so much myself.
it breaks my heart to read the paper. brings tears to my eyes to realize my lack of ability even keeping my life in line.
im broke. really broke. working two jobs, spending less than fifty dollars on food and drinks a week broke.
im nearly at whits end. scratch that for tonight, i am. and for tonight, im throwing in the towel.
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the realities or just perception of one transplant in her mid-twenties
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