Happy birthday my wife.
You are free now, no more pain, no more suffering, no more hurt.
I'm jealous. I don't want to be here.
I hate the fatigue, I hate the constant pain, I hate the depression. I don't want any of it. A promise is a promise. I'm here to look after my daughter.
I wish I could go somewhere and hide for the day. But I have to work. Somehow.
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