I am sick of stagnation. I want to control my being.
I am sick of constant pressure. I want time to mean nothing.
I am sick of solemnity. I want to hear laughs, see smiles.
I am sick of imperfection. I want to go out in style.
I am sick of sympathy. I want to slip from memory.
I am sick of ill health. I want to flee this broken body.
I am sick of dependence. I want some detachment.
I am sick of medicine. I want nature’s judgement.
I am sick of shackles. I want to fly.
I am sick of torment. I want to die.

Author: Unknown
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