nausea again

I woke up with a sore stomach and nausea

My blood sugar was spiked up
I was exhausted
I faded in and out and in and out
I couldn't leave bed until I had to

Was it the summer heat?
Was it these injection bruises?
Was it my depression?
Was it the tap water?
Was it the bacteria at work?
Was it my pills?

I stare at my pills, scared to take them
I'm dizzy and nauseous
I'm covered in sweat and dry skin
But I have things to do today, I got things I need to do

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