My bones are becoming brittle,
This Illness that is me,
has sallowed my face,
Death Picks me up,
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You're blessed, dude. Give me some of your luck, forget the devil, I'll sell you my soul.
Crimson, this is truly breathtaking. This poem dictakes how many people feel damned. At times, I know I do. But darling, you are not damned.
Such despair... It made me feel sad, your inner turmoil. Acceptance must first come from within. And you end on a vibrating note. The saddest note a tjello can bring...