Chronic Wellness

Keeping the balance
Part of the game
Next step?
Staying sane.

Control gone
No answers yet
Do tests lie?

Thinking about it
Feeling loss
Not, then again
Have no choice

Get used to it
Just give a damn
No pity pot
It's who I am.

Nothing is fair
Truth be known
I'm alright
Wish I had a clone.

Don't leave alive
The story will end
My worst enemy
Or best friend.

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