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my welth
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this chapter is called sickness
white mushy sticky illness
gnawing at my nose at every second
make me feel two different ways
my fantasy forgotten
no appetite for joy
my wordless Beckham at the word healness
what does this even mean
I patiently put myself up
facing my different sides of distraction
dreaming that feeling of distress
shall it go? shall it not go
Trust me all the trees have confessed
I'm at the peak I have murdered
my health just like mother nature
give me my health and I
shall go vibrant coming back to give you with my hands
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this chapter is called sickness
white mushy sticky illness
gnawing at my nose at every second
make me feel two different ways
my fantasy forgotten
no appetite for joy
my wordless Beckham at the word healness
what does this even mean
I patiently put myself up
facing my different sides of distraction
dreaming that feeling of distress
shall it go? shall it not go
Trust me all the trees have confessed
I'm at the peak I have murdered
my health just like mother nature
give me my health and I
shall go vibrant coming back to give you with my hands
© All Rights Reserved
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