My heart is quite
Still like the sea
My eyes are longing
Like a child
No smile, just fear
No pain, still a tear
Storm of thoughts
Mind flooded of words
Yet my mouth doesn't open
My hands don't write
Legs don't come to you
My cell phone doesn't call you
Why are we stuck like this? ?
Disease is what it is
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Disease is what it is. good. I like it.