The sickness


This starving hunger

Weighs too heavily on me

Yet I yearn for more

What one calls pleasure

Just constitutes for the ache

Find myself in ruin

Always wanting more

Can't let them take you away

The sickness endured


How is that equal

If I could take the hardship

I would, and today


It may not make sense

The irony I display

Just give me justice

Tell my life story

The way I would have myself

Leave no words untold

The End

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