ugh...
I write this now
To clear my head
Of all the things
I've never said.
I suffer from something
That has no cure;
Something of which,
Most will not hear.
Something so strong,
I can't sleep at night;
Something so dark,
It blocks all the light.
It wasn't so bad,
Not so long ago,
But now it's back,
And I've fallen below.
Someone has the cure,
To end my strife;
This tenacious disease,
I suffer from life.
~Allie~ 1/8/05
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contemplated existance at 11:46 PM
