Hey! There's poetry behind that woodshed: Without A Sign.

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Friday, November 2, 2012

Without A Sign.

It begins all of a sudden; I don't feel fine. And without a sign, My eyelids begin to twitch, like a computer, with too many a glitch. my limbs go and I feel so incredibly dumb. All over my body, my nerves are tingling so badly, I'm left shaking. From the pain, my body's quaking. My skin begins to crawl like spiders crawling up my arms. I feel like I will start to fall. I really do give it my all. This disease takes so much, and it gives nothing in return. I feel like a freak. I think everyone... Sign in to see full entry.

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