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a diseased called POETRY

Sometimes my heart beats so fast

I swear my chest is getting ready to uncage it.

My mind races, as if it's running on an outdated operating system, unequipped to process necessary downloads.

My body shakes, and my knees buckle.

Twenty pounds of bones, making a mockery of its own existence.


But, ''that's okay'' my Dr. says,

''There are pills for that''

In other words, I'm sick and im broken.

But, with the right structure of molecules, he can mask that.


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