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Diagnostic

The good doctor says I’m in the middle
“Not great, but not too bad,” she says
"Fucking Russian roulette of life visits again," I say to myself

Despite the tests and the numbers,
and the dizzying array
of alien sounding terms,
my friends and family are here with me
physically, and in my anxious thoughts

You can't see them in the test results
from the blood you keep taking,
or how they help heal me in the dark hours
at 3am, where the demons lie

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I'll take 50/50 Mark - thanks! Agree that it often just takes some time to settle in with circumstances you have no control over. Thanks for your comments!

Cheers

Michael Anthony

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I know those demons well, the ones that rise up in the hours just before dawn, when the night seems to be the darkest; or so I've heard somewhere. It is the presence of family and friends that sustains me in those hours. Your title is good and the beginning and end seem to fit well with the middle. LoL. ~ Geez.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

Appreciate you stopping by Geez! There just seems to be something about 3 a.m. I've never had anything good happen around that time. Maybe just me...

Cheers

Michael Anthony

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