My body’s aching,
my mind’s running wild,
my lungs are burning,
no teeth left to smile.
My skins infected,
my leg’s bent and bruised,
my eyes are nearsighted,
I think I’ve been abused.
I did it to myself.
I can’t blame no one else.
I didn’t think long enough,
to consider my own health.
I don’t wanna care,
don’t want responsibility.
I just want to live my life
to the fullest it can be.
My stomach’s aching,
my hair’s falling out.
My ears are ringing.
I think maybe I’ve died!

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