The Nurse
I chose you when I was alone
In a dark corner of my home
Phone calls with spiteful words
But I still love you when it gets worse
I chose you when I couldn’t breathe
Pills in my throat danced endlessly
Your hands aren’t owned by the nurse
But I still love you when it hurts
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