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Illness. Disease. They walk in your life with no remorse. No mercy. You become familiar with the feeling The feeling of things inside you Things you patiently await to be removed. You didn't notice them before, But now you know And they torture you from the inside out.
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
Illness
Illness. Disease. They walk in your life with no remorse. No mercy. You become familiar with the feeling The feeling of things inside you Things you patiently await to be removed. You didn't notice them before, But now you know And they torture you from the inside out.
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
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