I am covered in skin
Comprised of bones
Layers of my tissue in between
There are my veins and the blood running through them
My heart that is pumping the blood
My brain responsible for this madness
My tongue tasting the bitterness of the situation.
Inside of me there are nerves I am struggling to digest
Or is it protest? Process?
The process of signals flowing to my brain
My brain locking my arms and legs
The tension creeping between my joints
The feeling creeping behind me.
My mind is a wreck.
Wrecking my body
Body is hurting
Hurting is not easy
Easy is never fun
Funny feeling plagues my mind
These are the contents of my body.

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