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Middle name.

At the end of your nerves.

Nerve endings are they forcing your hand, are the invisible handcuffs out and tight.

Stuck a nerve and what , the ugliness you feel shows upon your muzzled face. 

Pinched a nerve and pain stricken shows upon your shadow, frails the brittle clunk  of bones. 

What's the panic this time, what did the mail say, how is it going to affect your will to live, what is this servitude before the time bomb of the  bodies obituary. 

Nerves did that bad one get on your nerves,  twist them around, there actions forcefully anticipated they planed to cause a frown, bruised, and stretched under the dressing gown. 

At the end of the nerve, cause every nerve has a pain receptor.

Pain says what one shouldn't do.

Should not have done, or had done to you .

Should not have shoved down your throat. 

Should not be broken, but it's a broken society. 

pain remains if what damage done cannot be undone, understood, panic and pain it's anxiety middle name. 

What a nerve they have to be that powerful way, what a nerve they have to ask us to obey, what a nerve they enforcing to get there own way, oh government your the spoiled brat of these  today's. 

It gets on my nerves, and I am helpless to do anything but watch others and myself be fucked up the ass, those throw caution to the wind, may not listen to the subliminal messages of the propaganda posters much worse than the join the army of uncle Sam. 

Cut those nerves of mine, when they turned so unkind. 

Thrashed and pounded, it's normal to frightened when the wolves are at the door. 

Shall not conker, cannot escape. 

It's your world there taking your nerves are now fried. 
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All that turmoil that spins and clamps.

Why won't it wash away, oh yeah that's right (not) there our rulers smacking  the back of our hands cause we can't be a type. 

What there asking isn't fair, or right do or die, be one of us or  an example will be made. 

Face it behind your muzzle your a slave. 

Fight back other humans we can be saved, our nerves maybe fried, pinched, torn, crushed, squished.

Hit a nerve I hope so, cry out dear human D. N. A. say  no, before medical experimentation is cause they say so. 

Could be injecting, planning, negotiating, trading, promising, giving up or away, talking with aliens or anything we don't know. 

If we become a generation of they  got on your  last nerve, what then. 

 

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Tony Taylor

Hi LILIANA!!......I simply had to read this......I have a rare condition that has been attacking the nerve endings in my body.......I really liked the way you used the word NERVE in so many different ways and contexts.....Clever stuff dear poet sister.......ALL STARS!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo  : )

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Liliana of the ...

If you're in pain apo - gabapentin is the best to get from your doctor for blocking nerve ending pain .

I hope there is a cure for you. 
Thank you for reading and commenting. 
Keep going never quit as the hard  path has the best views. 
 

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Tony Taylor

Thank you LILIANA....I DO take Gabapentin (1200mg per day).....I also have a spinal cord stimulator implanted on my spine to send neuro-stimulation to my feet!!....It's so kind of you to be concerned!!....sending lots of love your way!!......smiles......Tony  :  )

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Liliana of the ...

Sending the same to you lovely man. 
Bravery has many forms, survival, painful awkwardness, enduring the knife in is forms. 
Brave, those who stand up when told to sit down. 
May good or at least half decent comfort. from the agony that is the soul stuck in time. 
Be yours and devine, peace of mind. 
Keep smiling . 

 

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