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Feelings of anger, why me In this world I thought I’d be in charge of my destiny But I’ve been handed the black spot. No oh no treasure for my little soul Just pain and suffering all day. Every day I climb more than the average goal Anger and frustration paving my way. What is the point of moaning I just do it and sit tight. There is no one to hear me groaning In pain in the middle of the night. Parkinsons disease is no joke you know I am glad my friends don’t suffer like me My brain performs like a mad comedy show But at least that’s in control of it’s destiny.
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Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
Frustration
Feelings of anger, why me In this world I thought I’d be in charge of my destiny But I’ve been handed the black spot. No oh no treasure for my little soul Just pain and suffering all day. Every day I climb more than the average goal Anger and frustration paving my way. What is the point of moaning I just do it and sit tight. There is no one to hear me groaning In pain in the middle of the night. Parkinsons disease is no joke you know I am glad my friends don’t suffer like me My brain performs like a mad comedy show But at least that’s in control of it’s destiny.
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Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
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