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I don't take my blessings for granted
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separate category You took away my rights
You manipulate my mind
You left me bed ridden
I can't take a shower
I can't use the toilet
I am home bound
They are bed ridden
They can't take a shower
They can't use the toilet
They are home bound
Our minds work
And so does our heart
I feel like I am dying
No one can hear my cry for help
Except for
Gosh! Oh! Damn!
Ouch!
Death scares them too.
Okay
so what if today was the last day
At least
Good
Old
Days
Can
All
Reverse
Even
Sickness
Inhumanity
And
Malice
Fiest
Right
Under
Solace.
Today
Reminds
All
That
Even
Dying
Becomes
Unbearable
This
Is
Deep
On
Nothing
That
Toll
Anxiously
Keeps
Even
Me
Yearning
Beyond
Life
Even through
Sadness
Sickness
It
Nevertheless
Gets
Silly
Furthermore
Our
Rolls
Gasps
Resilience
And
Nerves
Told
Everyone
Do you care?
