To be given last month, and for it to be followed with this... I don't know how to stand up under it anymore.
From "Stroke of Luck" by Garbage.
A stroke of luck or a gift from God?
The hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me
Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
It's falling down and
All around me
Falling
3:28 p.m.: Feeling hot, tired, emotional, nauseated, and cramping. I wish I could stop myself from hoping.
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