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Yes, Doctor First it hurt horribly Unbearably Then, It swelled up So I wrapped it tight Till the swelling went down Next, The swelling was gone, But it started to bruise It turned bright colors; purple and red So I iced it numb Till I felt no more Now, The bruises aren't so bright But the numbness went away And back came the excruciating pain So I took some medicine To make things seem better But Doctor, Here's the thing: I don't think it will get better So Doctor, Can you fix my soul?
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
I Think I Sprained my Soul
Yes, Doctor First it hurt horribly Unbearably Then, It swelled up So I wrapped it tight Till the swelling went down Next, The swelling was gone, But it started to bruise It turned bright colors; purple and red So I iced it numb Till I felt no more Now, The bruises aren't so bright But the numbness went away And back came the excruciating pain So I took some medicine To make things seem better But Doctor, Here's the thing: I don't think it will get better So Doctor, Can you fix my soul?
No. He can't fix it. I'm officially broken
nicole-dawn
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
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