It.

by Shnivel   Jan 25, 2006


One day I hope it will end.
It is with me every day.
When I open my eyes in the morning,
When I close them at night.

It haunts my dreams,
My tears and my screams.
I wish it would disappear,
Like water, evaporating.

Please come and take it away.
But you can't, can you?
Because it's my it.
Not yours.

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