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The most superficial of all my troubles- My backache does prosist. Throughout all my other **** That dull pain still exists. Tucked in every lonley smile And every insatiable crave Is that pain, sciatic style Despite how I behave; Yet dealing with much more then a backache am I, Addictions, Predictions, prescriptions, I lye: Here in my bed in my room in my shame, harbouring my bodys everworseing pain.
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
Backache
The most superficial of all my troubles- My backache does prosist. Throughout all my other **** That dull pain still exists. Tucked in every lonley smile And every insatiable crave Is that pain, sciatic style Despite how I behave; Yet dealing with much more then a backache am I, Addictions, Predictions, prescriptions, I lye: Here in my bed in my room in my shame, harbouring my bodys everworseing pain.
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
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