My Sickness, My Cure Poem by Robbie Hunt

My Sickness, My Cure



My Sickness:
I'm sick of feeling this way..
My every breath is like my heart
Is being wrenched from my chest..

My Cure:
When I'm with you the pain goes away,
I'm free to live,
And all I wish is to stay..
With you.

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