Diagnosis
By Mooseman247
The heater is onbut I don't have the strengthto get up anywaymy hatred is gonebecause it's not my faultthat I was made this waylock-jawed and racingat the edge of peaceand falling off the bedfrantic and pacingonly in my eyesthey jumble in my headbut strangely, I feelbetter than yesterdayand bigger in my soulI'm almost alive it wont be long, nowbefore I can be wholeStrange... bad news that makes you feel better. Thanks Mom. Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 09:08 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"The heater is onbut I don't have the strengthto get up anywaymy hatred is gonebecause it's not my faultthat I was made this waylock-jawed and racingat the edge of peaceand falling off the bedfrantic and pacingonly in my eyesthey jumble in my headbut strangely, I feelbetter than yesterdayand bigger in my soulI'm almost alive it wont be long, nowbefore I can be wholeStrange... bad news that makes you feel better. Thanks Mom...."