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Autoimmune By Jillian Horton Lovely Tulips, I’m so grateful you’ve come to join me, In this land of dirtmuddust, Texas weather and tea.
The handcuffs are on
Dreams fade Goals aid It's the cold brigade The heart played Hands swayed And hair frayed Dreams delayed Goals persuade
Apart from the world is how I feel. Yet to me, this pain is everything that's real. I close my eyes to remember a time; of better days, the days I felt fine.