April
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fortsättningen i surrender:
"I’m woken when I wish to sleep, told to sleep when
I’d prefer to be awake. I am poked, prodded, pinched
and flensed, I’m needled and wheedled and cajoled.
My existence is nothing but a series of humiliations,
what little life is left to me can hardly be called
my own. All of this, this horror, just to say, ‘He’s
dying.’"
I’d prefer to be awake. I am poked, prodded, pinched
and flensed, I’m needled and wheedled and cajoled.
My existence is nothing but a series of humiliations,
what little life is left to me can hardly be called
my own. All of this, this horror, just to say, ‘He’s
dying.’"
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