there is no certainty with life, and that is certain.
at times life is blissful, but right now it is hurting
every ounce of bone that is dwelling in my skin;
i can feel the breaking and the cracking from within.
a doctor i'm in need of. to my mind comes only one
person in this world who i would trust to be my only sun.
i need more than a mouth-to-mouth to recover from this
state of sickness i am in; doctor, doctor, you i miss.
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