Frequent headaches
Loss of appetite
And weakness in the muscles used to smile
Shortness or breath and patience
Is there actually any relief or does this just get worse
I need something...
Universe only knows what it is
Until then Iíll just sit here
Continuously counting to 10
Holding all of God knows what in
Gentle explosions
Silently reaching for potent potions
Grasping smoke
And only pulling back my own hand.

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