I feel like I wake up sometimes and my body has decided to destroy me instead of work with me.
I want to be in control, of my body, or my mind maybe, or just something.
I know I’m in control of how I respond to when my body tortures me, and that is about all I’ve got control over.
Sometimes it seems bigger than I can handle to even maintain a positive thought in the midst of my body deciding how to hurt today.
Totally What’s Happening
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The Stuff From Before
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