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The Greatest Pill To Swallow


Pleasure met pain and got married but they didn't get a prenup You were rewarded all of it when you got a divorce You had a great personality, your cup was always full but it was your plate That contained so many sides that caused effects You invested so much time on the physical Insomnia continued to sleep in your bed You might have shared a fling with Septic Muscular dystrophy started stalking you Your legs couldn't walk away from pain no matter the problem Leukemia became a fatal attraction You got a restraining order tied down to a hospital bed Hurt was constant but was a sight for sore eyes Then along comes pneumonia that started going behind your back You decided that you had to get things off your chest Your heart was so big that it was constantly congested You considered it a failure so eventually you just stopped You discontinued to produce oxygen to relationships that were abusive You didn't deserve that type of treatment although you tolerated so much You were actively dying with no cure So you became your own doctor and prepared your own hospital in a higher place You wrote your own prescription for one of the best drugs there is Then reality hit you and you realized you had to die in order to live life eternally And that was the greatest pill to swallow
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