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Sep 2014
Every muscle frozen and stiff,
I can't.
Getting up and turning over,
I can't.

I don't know how much more of this sickness can take over,
I can't.
Getting up and turning over,
I can't.

Work is impossible.
Life is impossible.
I am impossible.

This sickness is winning,
I can't.
This sickness is winning,
*I can't win.
Sydney Marie
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Sydney Marie  28/F/Canada
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