Sickness

by Malabu   Apr 8, 2005


Your like a sickness,

born to infect,

Medicine alone,

Can no longer protect,

dragged under happiness,

and passed depressed,

lies a pit of emptiness,

the world is dead,

your mind is gone,

don't give up,

keep moving on!
~Malabu~

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