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The funny thing about that though, is you can still treat clinical death. Look it up, it’s a real thing. Clinical death can be reversed, it’s not f***ing EASY by any means, but it is possible. How much have so many people been willing to pay, just for possible? So there is still hope for you, you’re not under the dirt yet. And I am very proud of you for everything you have managed to do, big, small, or midling.

Poem: Hell is Your Home

An urge and a want, to leave but not roam, else anywhere anywhere, when hell is your home.

Anything can hurt, and cleave into your bones, best find beauty in scars, when hell is your home.

You’ll take any embrace, any arms that can hold, to face better the night, when hell is your home.

Every breath is a blade, in a crowd or alone, every moment is bleeding, when hell is your home.

But you can find fellow demons, because there’s nowhere to go, find a family in heathens, and make less hell of your home.