I suffer twitching life,
I fight against mussel spasms
in my sleep,
yet life always comes running back to me.

Also it’s been my dream
to run in the forest
Shsh! Don’t worry no one can see.
This would be freedom for me.

Dystonia its not me,
No dystonia is suffering
and pain.

Fever of life took a hold of me,
I kicked and screamed my way out.

Until I saw myself break out.

Dystonia was never my choose,
life made it for me,
behind my back,
it twisted my body
until I couldn’t tell witch way was out.


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