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Created on: May 11, 2009
You lay there in a chair reclined for you.
I am assuming this is done so that you are as comfortable
as anyone could make you.
You can't voice your feelings or express your opinion
because you are no longer able to talk.
The nurses feed you food with a nutritious value.
I guess this is supposed to give you all of the vitamins you need.
You can no longer taste the food that is fed to you.
You lie in a chair day after day with no change in your health,
no voice to speak with you, no muscles that move.
It is almost like you are "chained up" as no one
can give you relief from pain you must be suffering
both emotional and physical.
Life has a way of limiting us in one way or another.
It seems a lot like purgatory or earth to me.
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