Makes me nauseous,
makes me weak,
makes numb,
so I won't speak.
Makes me vomit,
makes me cough,
makes me tired,
but I can't sleep it off.
Makes me anemic,
makes me pained,
makes me skinny,
makes life a strain.
Makes me alone,
makes me a disease,
takes me a hostage,
and live in pain that
will never cease.
Makes me scared,
makes me cry,
makes me feel lost,
because I know that
soon I am going to die.
 
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