It
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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