What
doesn’t
kill me
might
make
me
strongerBut
it
also
makes
me
sickSo
shove
your
aphorisms
up
your
arseYou
condescending
prick
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
What
doesn’t
kill me
might
make
me
strongerBut
it
also
makes
me
sickSo
shove
your
aphorisms
up
your
arseYou
condescending
prick