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Fire under my skin Climbing up my legs My spine My arms Glowing coals of hate Incendiary suffering Deep inside my bones
Chronic Constantly there Endless creeping torture Pain, misery, despair, alone Illness Fighter
I sat up at night thinking what I needed Thinking about what I had lost, thinking about if I was lost Night sweats, Night terrors, Nights up, all night I was up, all fucking night
Her hands run down my fractured spine and her arms wrap around my treacherous waist as she buries her face in my crooked neck and kisses my furrowed, tortured head. She sees me.
MORNINGS ARRIVE AND THE SUN RISES AS I WAKE WITH DREARY BONES THE MUSCLES THROB AND THRIVE ON PAIN AND FORM A WEAKER DRONE THE THOUGHTS OF MELANCHOLY DAYS,THEY LINGER ON
Agony from the chronic eruption of nerves that delicately lace through my spine and entwine into vines of erotic discord electricall
Imagine you wake up after a full night’s sleep Feeling as if you got no sleep at all. Your joints ache and creak. You can barely walk out of your bedroom. You sit around your house all day,