Cut it off

If for some reason i am badly hurt or killed, i know you’ll do right by me. No Machines Amy. If i need one to breathe, or one to feed me to keep me alive, Cut if off. Let me go. Let me finaly escape the torment i live with each day. That part of my brain that is sick and hurtful.

Brent Brents, 11-4-10

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