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A-Fallen May 2019
Laying in this bed,
dead awake.
Hours I hear tick by,
the clock still reminding me.

Numb I feel from the meds.
No pain reaches,
but unmoving I remain.

Can't run,
nor walk.
The cards have drawn this fate.
No fairness.
Why me?
My sad story pretty much for most of my days.
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