She was a master at ignoring warning signs. In fairness, she didn't ignore them - in fact, she obssessed about them; her days and nights controlled so she lived in near panic mode while awake. In order to sleep, she took tablets, and as such, felt her life was governed solely by external forces. She seemed merely a shell running on the machinations of a broken brain, at the mercy of a genetics she never chose and would prefer to end had she the courage. Every spot, every bump, every twinge was another signal of imminent demise. She was tortured by the prison of her own making with no knowledge of how to escape.
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