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Fruits are ripe, they fall to the ground from your sentences, you are youthful and you are lying, such a deceptive disease that came to comfort me. I can gather my own nourishment but it will always rain, I just need a confession. I will embrace a change if I must, I will watch the world from a smaller one within me. I cannot produce a reason that this must happen, my logic is being destroyed with your organs, this process is sparatic and unjust, I have not fallen victim to its demands, I have retreated into hiding and am not ashamed. Guidance is limitied, I know that. I will never blame you, because I always knew. I am my own strength, but I am not ready yet, so if you have a choice, please, don't go.
My mother is going to have open heart surgery to remove a heart valve and replace it with a mechanical one, her kidneys have failed, she has a staff infection and strep throat, I'm afraid and it doesn't matter because she is getting her surgery this week regardless.