My disease is
too grave and
incurable
It's terrible
to be ill
because I'm not
sexy
There isn't an
antidote for my
disease
For my disease
the black coffee
is a good
medicine
My disease is
a continual struggle
My disease is
too complicated to
cure because it
is difficult to
diagnose
I die with
my strange disease
My disease disappears
with my end
My disease can
be a violent
discussion
I'm making bad
progress because I'm
not near at
my destruction
My disease is
a filthy creation
Maybe my disease
is a frightful
experiment
The only disease
I know is
my sex
Sometimes I have
anger for my
disease
My disease is
painless with whisky,
vodka and beautiful
guys
My disease is
like a candle's
light
It is a
feeble glare because
it is a
weak and slow
power
I'm sick of
solitude, fantasy and
savage
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