Getting Weaker

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I toss and I turn,
My stomach churns,
I feel so restless,
My eyes burn.
My heart is pounding,
And my mind is racing.
I reach for an illusion,
I pull back in confusion.

I stagger as I get off the bed,
Trying so hard not to hit my head.
I stumble through the hall,
Feeling as though I'm about to fall.
I reach for the door,
And my knees hit the floor.

It all came back out,
The doctor was wrong.
The pills made it worse,
My body is not strong.

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