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FIBROMYALGIA
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Pain/Ilness Firmly, it holds me a prisoner
In its taunting grip of misery,
Bringing me to sanity's brink,
Relentless as it courses along.
Obediently, I take the punishment-
Mutiny of this, my own self.
Years of this torturous affliction
Align itself to my core-to my very soul,
Leaving no room for such piteous cries.
Great is this pain so real, yet hidden.
Invisible to those who only look-
Apparent, to those who care enough to see.
