lose yourself

lose yourself - MY EXTREMITIES ARE MOIST. THE CROOK OF MY LEGS ARE FEEBLE. YE, EVEN MY ARMS  ARE BURDENSOM EVEN NOW, THERE IS REGURGITATE ON MY BLOUSE. I SUSPECT IT TO BE THE REMAINS OF A FORGONE MEAL. Joseph Ducreux

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