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The Disease

I have a disease I admit it
don't know if it has a name.
Somedays it's here thn it's gone
as quickly as it came.
Somedays I don't know what to do
to make sense through this disease filled dark.
The cold bleak loneliness
breaks my mind apart.
It's a self loathing alone and emptiness
no one on earth should know.

There is no drug or antidote
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Annabel Lee