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Waking up to feel the dread,
resenting the day ahead,
the sickness pulling me in.
Orthostatic,
feel the panic,
gravity pulling me down.
Tachycardic,
overdramatic,
nauseating feeling in my throat.
All i can hear is a dull beat,
my body turns into unmoving meat,
my vision is nowhere to be seen.
The smell of food is nauseating,
the headache is like a berating,
even without pure existance is making me retch.
The docters have no clue,
why my health has turned so blue,
the incompetence of both my body and mind.
the aching in the flesh and bones of my body,
the pain like a cancer spreading through an artery,
my thoughts clouded by the fog of discomfort.
is there really nothing i can do?