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The blood that moves through my veins is no longer mine.
Now it pumps the infection.
No longer warm.
Now doing the infection's task.
Taking away others' blood.
Stealing from what was theirs.
Just like how my blood was stolen.

The muscles that are in my limbs are no longer mine.
Now it moves for the infection.
No longer able to hold.
Now doing the infection's task.
Taking away others' muscles.
Stealing from what was theirs.
Just like how my muscles were stolen.

The eyes that saw the world are no longer mine.
Now it sees for the infection.
No longer able to see the beautiful things in life.
Now doing the infection's task.
Taking away others' eyes.
Stealing from what was theirs.
Just like how my eyes were stolen.

The voice that spoke for me is no longer mine.
Now it moans for the infection.
No longer does it have the freedom of speech.
Now doing the infection's task.
Taking away others' voices.
Stealing from what was theirs.
Just like how my voice was stolen.

The heart that beats in my chest is no longer mine.
Now it thumps for the infection.
No longer does it love.
Now doing the infection's task.
Taking away others' hearts.
Stealing from what was theirs.
Just like how my heart was stolen.

The memories that made me who I am are longer mine.
Now it does nothing for the infection.
No longer are they in use. No longer are they remembered, and loved. No longer do they make me smile, frown and even cry.
Now doing the infection's task.
Taking away others' memories.
Stealing what was theirs.
Just like how my memories was stolen.

The person I was is no longer mine.
Now it was destroyed for the infection.
No longer is there a me.
Now I do the infection's task.
Taking away other people.
Stealing who they were.
Just like how I was stolen.



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