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Dec 2013
The pain
Like shards of glass
Rubbing against each other
Bolts of agony wherever they touch

No position comfortable
Unless completely motionless
Aged before my time when walking
Doubled over to ease the pressure

Thinking to sell my spine
Any offers?
In fact, giving it away
If only for relief

Last resort left
To self medicate
Say goodbye to pain
And good riddance
AngelSmile
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