TormentI think back to the times when I used to cry,
hoping that feeling would go away back when I used to lie.
But now to feel is to die,
because these transplants will make me fry.
I'd give anything to truly feel again,
to do more than channel my feelings through a pen.
I can barely remember what it was that I did for fun,
and I've forgotten the last thing that I've done.
This machinery is a living hell,
and if I fight it, I lose more memory and my brain starts to swell.
Will my torment ever end?
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