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I am not sick,But I am not wellI’m trapped in my bodyA prison that’s HellIt’s fighting against meA battle each dayIt just wants to end meBut I won’t go awayThe pain unlike
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I never really needthe weather forecastto tell me it’sgoing to rain. I can tell by the waymy joints hug each othertoo tight for comfortto keep each otherfrom getting wet. Time is not linearwhen you