Waking up, I open my eyes. Where
am I? Images of that one day, flashing
through my mind. It all starts to
make sense now. It starts to become
clear. Bandages, needed comfort, are
but white-colored chains. Sleep, eat,
suffer, repeat. Dependent, paralyzed.
Is this real? Open my eyes, too blind
to see. Nightmares chasing me. Pain is
taking over, please treat me. Take me
along with you, destination unknown.
For now I only have one option: travel
along, hope to hold on. It never ends,
this vicious cycle. Counting down,
going blank again. Bounce back.
White chains remain. Patience, the
key, slowly reveals the new me.

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