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Sick

Each day gets darker than the last few decades of days.

Each day's gloom makes me turn like in a grave 

And so does the thought of a moment in another day.

Each day brings me closer to a grave 

I can literally feel the drag.

A sick man lives on.

 

lifesickman. strugglepain. disappointment

◄ Fear

If It's LOVE ►

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 23rd Nov 2019 10:53

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