All off it shoved in painfully



Another day of madness

tucked under a furrowed brow


a sanity of sorts remains 


two minds adamantly bicker

as the energy wanes 


a hope of sorts clings 

As life rolls by unlived


Labouring on

without two fucks given,

a dread of sorts lingers 


I sit like a fucktard

painfully limited

cursing the sun


how beautifully it glows

for those who have it all

While I sit here


fat bitterbphalic pills

shoved down by the need

to desperately feel ok

While numb.


How the fuck 

does it still


to hurt?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My arm pain is fucking ouch! 

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Life is irony. Arm is getting

Life is irony. Arm is getting  better the other one is fucking up. 

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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Physical therapy is not

Physical therapy is not quackery! utilize it as much as you can when prescribed. Some reiki and light massage to your arm may help as well. Hope it heals I miss your writes and allets' too. Please try to remember to go easy on the pain meds. They cause more problems than they are worth. 


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