She won't let me sleep despite feeling ill. She wants me to appreciate how I feel, unconsciousness would be a luxury.
What went wrong?
It was all going so well.
I'm a shadow of my former self
and the shrunken hollow shell
wonders if I curl up tight enough
will I disappear from this painfull hell?
Katy
(S is for Sympathique - Pink Martini)
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