I don't know quite what this was supposed to be. I wanted to express my present feelings and this is what came out of that. Stop laughing. As you can probably discern, my fingers are getting worse. It almost looked like they were looking better. Guess not. :/ Alright, this is the last bit of...Writing about me. I'm kind of feeling a new story idea coming on.
Gradually
Into my mind it's creeping
Only fine when I'm sleeping
It all rose from a sting
I've got no time for this
Don't have the mind for this
Why won't it just go
Driving me crazy
Typing's no more for the lazy
I'm kind of sick, my mind's hazy
Maybe
Yep, I've got contact dermatosis.
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