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"What's wrong with me"?
For my flesh is weak, I was feeling fine. "Is death upon me"? Shaking, eyes blood shot! Because I drink too much. "What wrong with me"? Maybe it was something I ate. Feeling like I can't get a grip, Crawling on my hand and kness, Trying to get help, I can't bear to think , "What's wrong with me"?
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