Sick

Sick is not always tangible, like a rash or burst appendix

Sick can be the world and the life that you call your existence 

My sickness is not unlike a plague that has spread throughout my body.  

Creeping into every part of me: physical, mental and hypothetical 

Killing hope rather than your liver or your lungs, this illness is invisible

This sickness cripples until it kills

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