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To Whom It May Concern,
[spacer]I can no longer keep up with my medical conditions as I suffer alone. It is said that I am suffering from the "American Economy" as I can not pay to survive. Travelling over seas to come to America to taste this freedom they offered to me, though I feel like I have fallen for a trap. I am in grave need for medications for my Heart and a Hip Surgery but without insurance that I must pay for as well, my medications all together are nearly three-hundred US dollars. ($300) There is no job for me that will allow me to work while I juggle my medical problems as the one I have I feel is on the verge of sending me on my way. I cannot help my problems, I cannot help that I pass out periodically or cry out in pain when I walk. My Doctor who has been with me for a very long time has declared that I am no longer able to live alone as each day is a possible chance of death if I do not watch myself. If no one is there when my heart stops then it may not start again. But I am alone. No room in my home to let another stay or room anywhere else for me who will let me stay cheaply.
[spacer]The past 48 hours have been nothing but pain and the harsh gasps for air. I feel like something is pushing on my chest sometimes I even feel like I am drowning on the dark abyss with no room to breath. Long ago I was told by my mother that she doubted I would not live longer than thirty because of the crazy things I use to do. Now she may be right but for a whole other reason. Why have I come here for freedom when I am being treated unworthy? Since I or others alike have no money, we suffer. Programs who offer to help always have a catch. I'm sorry my friends; I wish I could keep a near straight smile a bit longer but it has grown to be too hard. The pain from all 9 years when it first began is catching up and now everyday I clutch my chest as I feel the beats of my heart echo through my throat. Passing out when no one is around is scary because Death in all corners of my home. If I can't fight my way back to the light when no one is around, there will be no light to see.
[spacer]I am not sure if I am asking for help...
Or maybe someone to end my life a little less painfully...
[spacer]Perhaps someone to just hold my hand while I leave...
Crying here as I write does me no good,
But this community is the only ears I can share my voice with...[/spacer][/spacer][/spacer][/spacer]
[spacer]I can no longer keep up with my medical conditions as I suffer alone. It is said that I am suffering from the "American Economy" as I can not pay to survive. Travelling over seas to come to America to taste this freedom they offered to me, though I feel like I have fallen for a trap. I am in grave need for medications for my Heart and a Hip Surgery but without insurance that I must pay for as well, my medications all together are nearly three-hundred US dollars. ($300) There is no job for me that will allow me to work while I juggle my medical problems as the one I have I feel is on the verge of sending me on my way. I cannot help my problems, I cannot help that I pass out periodically or cry out in pain when I walk. My Doctor who has been with me for a very long time has declared that I am no longer able to live alone as each day is a possible chance of death if I do not watch myself. If no one is there when my heart stops then it may not start again. But I am alone. No room in my home to let another stay or room anywhere else for me who will let me stay cheaply.
[spacer]The past 48 hours have been nothing but pain and the harsh gasps for air. I feel like something is pushing on my chest sometimes I even feel like I am drowning on the dark abyss with no room to breath. Long ago I was told by my mother that she doubted I would not live longer than thirty because of the crazy things I use to do. Now she may be right but for a whole other reason. Why have I come here for freedom when I am being treated unworthy? Since I or others alike have no money, we suffer. Programs who offer to help always have a catch. I'm sorry my friends; I wish I could keep a near straight smile a bit longer but it has grown to be too hard. The pain from all 9 years when it first began is catching up and now everyday I clutch my chest as I feel the beats of my heart echo through my throat. Passing out when no one is around is scary because Death in all corners of my home. If I can't fight my way back to the light when no one is around, there will be no light to see.
[spacer]I am not sure if I am asking for help...
Or maybe someone to end my life a little less painfully...
[spacer]Perhaps someone to just hold my hand while I leave...
Crying here as I write does me no good,
But this community is the only ears I can share my voice with...