\/Sickness\/
The night crawls by slowly, too slow.
As it pulls its self across my mind, makeing sure to claw violently at my injured soul, I give a wimpper of pain.
This sickness rips at my sanity.
It scars my voice.
It tears it's poison tiped nails into my head.
Disembowels my body of food.
Screams in my ears, "suffer! scream!! cry!!! Wollow!!!! DIE!!!!!"
No sleep.
No food.
No peace.
No Hope.
As the demon of illness laughs at my misery.
My sight gives out on me.
My legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground.
I'm reaceing for the life within me.
How can I stop my ending?
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For the first time in 6 years, i'm very, very, very sick. it hurts so much. i feel like i'm brething ice and the dry heaves, god someone save me....
Please tell me what you think
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Aw, sorry to hear you're sick. I also haven't been sick in a long time. I mean, I get the odd cold now and then, but it's been at least a good five or six years since I've felt sick to the point of puking or something really serious like that. I hope you feel better soon.
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