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Sick

I cannot be sick.

I get nauseous,

I get headaches,

I get hurt,

But I am not sick.

I have caught no bug

That makes me feel this way.

What I have caught

Comes from no one

But me.

I am not sick, as in ill,

But I am sick, as in troubled.

And I feel no solace

In those that I love,

Because I know that any moment

The nausea could rise again

And it will be like

It never left.

I am sick.

I take no time

To sleep it off,

Or make it better.

I take no medicine

To calm my nerves,

Yet something in me

Calls to be helped.

I am sick,

And I should keep moving.

If I were to stop,

Would I ever get up again?

Would I even be able to move?

I cannot be sick.

( ?/?/2021 )

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