Strain
It hurts when I laugh I can feel it in my ribs How do I know this is the right path How do I tell which is which It hurts when I play All throughout my chest I feel it all day Even when I rest I need to just one last time But even standing brings it back But I'll tell you it feels fine I just need a snack I don't have the energy to get out of bed Not even the energy to cry It hurts so bad in my head It makes me want to die
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