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How Sick?

How sick?
The sickest,
Why?
Cause I’m SS,
And the pains?
Are excess.

Since when?
From birth,
And it leads to?
Early death,
Survives on pills?
Yes, that’s not a myth.

A little fever,
A bunch of crisis,
But I don’t have the liver,
To end it forever.
At least the crisis
Is better than ISIS.

In the midst of struggle
I’m a fighter
And I’ll never give up
Being a warrior
Cause I’m stronger
And not a rubber

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