I am in so much pain...
Not a scratch throut,
Or a large wound,
Or even a broken leg.
No...
This pain is worse.
This heart-wrenching feeling,
Makes me feel weaker every day.
My stomic turns as I exhale.
This pain is to much for me to take,
And I fear it might be my undoing.
When you are sick,
Of course you're in pain.
You're fussed over.
Like a little baby.
You can't do what you want.
What's worse?
For me the most,
Unbearable pain,
Is seeing what I want,
Every day.
And not being able to have it.
Wanting what I...
Can't have...
Wanting...
You...
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