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A fever And probable hair loss The lever pulled Me out of my floss

Night sweats And itching So many regrets And all of you just bitching

Numbness And acidity Just so you know, I don’t need your pity

The deathly nonchalance In her parlance No heart left in me To deal with the fact that there’s no chance

Lumps And low immunity The sun don’t shine And there’s no serenity