I'm not taking the painkillers.
My body is weak
Aching torso
Dry throat
Struggling for balance
With this dizziness.
The pain is not chronic
It's not life-threatening
So I shall endure the pain
It makes me feel alive.
Medicine is for the betrayer
Who doesn't trust their own army
In their body.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
I'm not taking the painkillers.
My body is weak
Aching torso
Dry throat
Struggling for balance
With this dizziness.
The pain is not chronic
It's not life-threatening
So I shall endure the pain
It makes me feel alive.
Medicine is for the betrayer
Who doesn't trust their own army
In their body.
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