My body makes me pay
Too much fun or too little
Either way I get to suffer
It’s hard to have good memories
When they’re all followed by bad days
Pain follows around my search for joy
As a rain cloud eager to soak me
So I have to be okay in wet clothes
I have to smile as I shiver
Because there is no escaping my body
It’s with me forever.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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