Drowning In My Sorrow [Zanvis]
Sickness. It never seems to be worrying until death becomes a side affect. Or until blood spills from one's mouth. Or until it swipes away one's capabilities to read. Or one's urge to eat. It always feels like nothing can help; As if the word is tumbling down and all one can do is watch. There isn't always a cure...
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