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Sickness

It is when your mind shall know the truth,

when your body doesn't comply with your thoughts.

 

It is when you're immobile that you'll understand what you've taken advantage of.

 

It is when you don't feel right that you'll be reminded that you've lost respect for yourself.

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Sep 14, 2016
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