I hope to the higher power that my younger siblings never end up like me…
I woke up choking on what tasted like bile and bad dreams in the middle of last night. I woke up coughing and rushed to the bathroom to spit out the contents, but as I kept spitting and forcing the matter to collect by coughing, my throat became rough. I spat and I saw phlegm mixed with a dark red color. I coughed and my lungs began hurting, I coughed again, and again, and then I spit and spit again…and all I saw was red….
coughed out blood last night.
A man that’s been rich all his life has no idea the suffering of the poor even if he’s witnessed it.
A strong man knows not the trials of the weak.
And a man that is only happy can’t reflect on those which are at their lows around them.
They write them off as lazy or things similar.
You’ll be a better friend, lover, and mentor through trials and tribulations…"
- a friend.