Current Mood

It's a feeling I've had many times before;
I can't hold the fort, so don't give me more
I struggle and sweat when I'm wide awake
When I know I'm fine, I'm not used to fine...

A sudden movement and a broken limb,
The patches are there to show where I'm hit.
My fault is it now? Well, that's news to me
Curled and joyless we try once again.

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