
In year 12 I had a dream in which I fell into a coma and woke years later, emaciated and fragile. My peers had left me behind and my good grades now meant nothing. The world went on and I was alive but no longer fully part of it.
In my dramatic moments, it now feels like a premonition of my middle age and the condition that has taken away a lot of my life in a quiet and invisible way the last few years.
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