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Slowly, it took everything from me.

It started with my eyes,

Making them tear up too much.

Next it went for my stomach,

Making me throw up the water I had.

After that it tied down my legs,

Making me stuck in my bed.

Lastly it came for my ears,

Making me hear how bad I hurt everyone.

Now I have nothing,

Soon it won't either.

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