He doesn't walk
Months in bed
Nights that whisper
Words so hard to hear
The mind presses
Crushing pressure
Questions have burned
Ambiguous answers
Hours of painful internal inquisition
Pain comes the mental imposing on the physical
And vice versa
Agony walks
Souless doctor
Lisp and click
Air is sanitized
By his words
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