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My lungs are on fire, But mother says I mustn’t keep still. My lungs are on fire, But mother says I am perfectly fine, so I must be okay. Did you take your vitamins? Drink enough water? Have you gone outside? How did you sleep? Get out of the house. Go for a walk. Stay off your phone. Stop complaining. My lungs are on fire, But it must be my fault. My lungs are on fire, But are they really? Perhaps I am possessed By this fire in my lungs Perhaps I am made less By this fire in my lungs But one thing is for certain Beyond a shadow of a doubt, Is that mother knows best In all matters of the chest
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Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 8:17 PM UTC
My lungs are on fire
My lungs are on fire, But mother says I mustn’t keep still. My lungs are on fire, But mother says I am perfectly fine, so I must be okay. Did you take your vitamins? Drink enough water? Have you gone outside? How did you sleep? Get out of the house. Go for a walk. Stay off your phone. Stop complaining. My lungs are on fire, But it must be my fault. My lungs are on fire, But are they really? Perhaps I am possessed By this fire in my lungs Perhaps I am made less By this fire in my lungs But one thing is for certain Beyond a shadow of a doubt, Is that mother knows best In all matters of the chest
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Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 8:17 PM UTC
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