Every moment, I breathe, I ache, chest pains, migraines, torn apart and thrown aside, I ache like no other believes, it is purely my fate, been instructed to endure, peace will come, God when is that?, this arm barely functions, this arm is bent and crooked, these legs do not want to keep moving, this back stiff like a rock, this chest solid and ready to cave at the same time, these eyes seeking to see something new, these ears hear something true, these fingers ready to feel something no longer false, but real, this neck ready to be able to rest, shoulders wishing to have the weight lifted, feet ready to no longer walk alone, this heart ready to quit pushing itself to the limit only to truly push closer to the end.
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