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so have I been forced to endure months of futility,
    and nights of grief have been inflicted on me.
“When I lie in bed, I wonder,
    ‘When will the daylight come so that I may rise?’
But the night drags on,
    and I toss restlessly until the dawn.
My body is infected with worms and scabs;
    my skin is cracked and festering.

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