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Constantly Needing a Push For smoking a cigarette too much around my house, my lungs collapsed and now I need my parents to carry me around town. I don't need any help, I can move on my own. I don't need to apply for a job, nobody's hiring. Neither whippings nor an electroshock weapon can make me move. If I fall, I won't get up. The coughing is getting worse. Blood spills and I'm forced to lie still. Maybe I could apply to the hospital as a living patient. David Hernandez | ||