Hypochondriac My heart is concealed in a heap of black tangled rope Human hands can never touch it Every time I let someone embrace it my body starts to ail My stomach churns like 5 years of period cramps crammed in one day…. My skin starts to age with gloom and grief And age spots dominate over my once rigid flesh My eyes start to cry dark red blood My body starts to frail and get weaker My motions are slower and my hunger decreases Most of all I don’t feel human emotions My mind is numb and incapable of such complexities Like being pleased… I wash my hands regularly to fend off the dirty diseases which breed on my body All the dirt turns into letters that spell hate Hate has driven me insane… I’m obsessed with my health because I have to be So I won’t die of heartbreak And lonelinessBirth sign: Virgo
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