There is a gargoyle living in my gut. His gruesome stone snarl scraping against my colon. The heartburn never ends.
He must have moved in as a pebble, a tiny worry about what could be, and every minute since that shitty November day he’s
Grown more abrasive, more corrosive, taking up too many centimeters of my being. He spits acid from a contorted tongue,
Searing the lining of my duodenum, creating blisters that won’t soon heal. Resistance hurts, but acquiescence kills.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Oh no, he sounds like a menace! He needs to be obliterated. I hope you feel better soon.
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Thank you!
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It’s not a gargoul, it’s a virus, I am infected as well. 🙂
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I will hope for a remedy!
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I have a feeling we will have to wait a bit.
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Wow, wow, WOW. Lady you something true and amazing with words x
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Gosh! Thank you!!!
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Oh I loved this x
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That makes me pretty happy.
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AWWWWW. xxxxxx
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Ouch, I felt every word.
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Then I succeeded! Thanks!
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