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8/12/14
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One Poem Every Day I hate being sick
I feel weak
And gross
Putrid
Nasty
My lungs filled with fire
My eyes are drippy
My nose is flaming
It's disgusting
It's moments like that
When I feel awful
When I feel the most alive
My pain
Reminds me
Of the human experience
It reminds me that I am here
On the Earth
Moving
Breathing
Functioning
Living
Even though I am sick
At least I'm alive.
