Just got it confirmed, I've had a couple small heart attacks, I think last few years incidents Broke My Heart, I'm on Medicare and Medicaid, scared, popping aspirin and fish oil pills, deep long breaths. Not scared of dying, but there's no one to get my stuff if I die here. I know people think Facebook is for happy clappy stuff, this is what is going on with me. I don't care if I die soon, everybody dies. I'm really more worried now about my boxes... Who's going to get my boxes out of my apartment? They are full of pedophile priest books, documents, family photos, originals of work I got in magazines in the eighties. All of that will be in the trash and gone, and the landlord here will be pissed he rented to a broke old woman. . .
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