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I've got to peel myself off of this easy chair.
I've sat here so long that fungus is growing off of my back.
This isn't the easiest thing that I've ever done.
I've become trapped in fear of my own body.
My heart mocks me by skipping a beat.
My lower back laughs as my legs fall asleep.
Seizures wait in the back of my mind,
finding the perfect time to attack.
Migraines rip their way through my skin
and make a home in my head.
I've never felt this short of breath before.
I turn on the t. v., but there's still nothing on.
I try to read another book,
but it's not within reach of my easy chair.
I try to go back to college,
but my heart just skipped again.
I try to get a new job,
but my legs are still asleep.
Is that my phone,
or is it on t. v.?
The cordless phone's not within reach of my easy chair.
I've wasted so many minutes,
so many days,
so many years.
I just watch them fly past,
without looking back.
I'd like to catch up with them,
but I swear,
I've never had chest-pain quite like this before.