TW: addiction/alcoholism
I had a dream last night that I had to choose between keeping an arm or a leg.
Both were injured and doctors could only save one and so they asked me to choose and I hated them for it.
Can’t you do this one thing, I wanted to scream.
Isn’t this part of your job?
Can’t you see that I’m scared and hurting? That I’m in no position to ma…
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