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Dec 2016
constant pain can leave you in a quandary
is this the first pain of death?
half way across the final frontier?
so far now no going back?
how bad will it get?
And then all settles down to a constant thrum
daily doses of the same old same.
Your cross. And you are embarrassed for the internal weakness,
your personality, the panicked person, not ready for death.
Written by
nivek
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