I am not a loser
Not once
Not twice
But thrice
As of late
These days that have been
Coming towards me
They have been winning over me
I keep rolling a crap shoot
Of a game
Everytime I touch the dice
I get snake eyes
I ask you
How can you get sick
From going no where
I have not been outside
In ages
Yet the weather changes
From cold
To heat
To raining up a storm
In minutes
My body feels it
Waking my arch nemises
That lives inside of me
So he can play a vicious game
Called break me into pieces
Which weakens my defenses
So much
That I catch every aching pain
And sickness
What is this mess
I should be at my strongest
Being tucked in my bed
From all the terrifying monsters


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