sick?

[7rives7]

sleep behind my eyes, disease within my skin. sweat masking filth, slow suttle aches trying to claw their way out. vomit. the doctor says its nothing. not really. but thats all i hear. her lips seem to move at half the speed of her words, and i find myself stairing long after she has finished her sentence. blankly. a long pause and the end of the

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[liber_cogito]

You aren't too crazy, or too much. This isn't too hard. Your smile makes me melt, your touch makes me safe. Your words give me faith. I'm not leaving you.