Dear Exteriority
How hurt am I on a weekly basis?
I am not certain, but I'm sure my skin could tell you
Oh, perhaps my feet, my legs, wrists or my head could add in!
They can tell everyone about the pains I go through
Eh-hem.
They would tell you it starts off small and meaningless
Then big and I am helpless
I take medicine to stop the aches, but they are only frightened
They come back and back and back again
The most tiring thing is the weariness
Will I fall over or can I keep standing, my dear body?
Do you know the answer?
Of course not because you're only looking for the next satisifaction
Nevermind the consequences of yesterday, you say
Let's begin a new day
No, no, no.
No.
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