ME

I'll always have this illness,
my past kept in my soul,
I'll take it with me, when
everything keeps changing
and I feel too much, I'll
come back to the tears and
the vomit and the pacing
and the hate and the blood
and the laughter, it's lovely,
it's me.  

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