again risking judgemental looks, I never leave the house. even when sometimes (1 or 2 times a month) I do get out I have lost track of time/days/weeks that I don't know what day of the month it is, or day of the week. and so yes
sometimes I have forgotten to climb into the ring with "Bubba and his ball bat" since.........
I cannot remember the last time
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why me? what did I do to deserve being treated this way? and for 54 years yet!
The guy who seemed unbreakable BROKE,
the guy who always laughed STOPPED,
the guy who never stopped trying finally GAVE UP,
he dropped the fake smile as a tear rolled down his cheek and he whispered "i cant do this anymore"
then collapsed and gave up the ghost.