My body messes with me. Evil, evil.
In the back, in the wrists, in the ovaries.
Tired, tired.
Dryer is tight.
Okay then, I rest.
But I continue jtplim forward.
The boats will be out of the water.
The car should be washed.
Friends to meet.
Life should be lived.
Not a zombie winter to, thanks.
Not a hermit winter.
Skitsjukdom, which limits me so often.
That makes me feel worthless.
There should be enough now.
No matter how hard it is.
Life WINS.
Over and over again.
Never give up.
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