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#orthostatic
I am a passenger In my own body. Everything’s heavy Memories spotty. Working away On a beautiful day Until my heart begins to race Adrenaline pumping But still I’m exhausted. Lay down on the floor Feet up in the sky Get blood to my brain And continue on with my night. An engulfing weight Holding me tight Pushing me farther From consciousness’ light I can hear you, yes. All that comes out is a breath. And then again, I’m drifting away. I can hear everything they say. “Open your eyes” They flutter, sight blocked I can not And again My vision is spotty A passenger in my body.
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
Passenger
There's a war on inside me Raging on And I'm fighting. But I'm not free. And never will be. I battle my body... So everyone can see (Especially me) that this war will not end in defeat
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
A war worth waging