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I am sick
Whenever
ill
health
comes
It
feels
as
if
death
Is
on
its
way.
Body
Hot.
Headache
Splitting
Like
a
crazy
drummer
On
a
tight
drumskin.
Stomach
Churning.
General
feeling
Of
restlessness
Takes
over
The
once
busy
body.
The
once
energetic
hands
Become
limp.
Objects
Hard
to
hold
Difficult
to
lift
All
cos
I
am
sick!
Toilet
Keeps
calling.
I
have
to
answer.
My
shape
Becomes
altered
My
neck
Long
it
becomes
Like
that
of
A
giraffe.
All
cos
I
am
sick!
Prayers
I
Offer
That
fast
That
quick
That
soonest
Should
I
return
To
good
health
And
that
All
sick
bodies
Become
healed
fast.
Medicines
Drugs
Antidotes
Cures
I
run
to
And
guzzle
And
consume
With
prayer
and
faith
Cos
I
am
SICK!!!
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