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Jul 2018
Lotions, potions, powders and pills
Nothing I take ever cures my ills
The pain in my muscles
Fatigue in my bones
It seems at the moment
All I do is moan
The one thing I want
Above any other
Is to be pain free
For just 24 hours
That would be so perfect
It could be such peace
To not have this agony
I can dream at least
Richard Smith
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Richard Smith  47/M
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     Indeed, Phoebe johnson and RJ
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