I.

Would you sign up for a program full of
activities that prevent you from dying
but dedicate almost no time to living?


II.

When I put my life in your hands,
my humanity died a 100 deaths
while my labs looked really good.

You promised to respect
the privacy of my data
and violated the sacredness of my senses.

You offered survival
when all of me is longing for wellbeing.

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