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Everything Hurts
Everything Hurts
Every day I wake up
I do what I need to do
I’d rather stay in bed and do
Nothing for days on end.
How can something so common attack
My body in such a violent way?
I don’t have an infection
I don’t have a terminal illness
I don’t have any wounds or blood gushing out
Yet I feel my head hot, cloudy
And an acid fog sipping into my pores
It claims my bones and muscles
Aches all through my spine.
My heart, my poor resilient heart
Trying so hard to swim back to shore
Instead, sinking so deep the pressure drives me deaf
You broke my heart.
You – broke my heart.
You broke – my heart.
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