spent

spent

is the purpose of healing just so i can get sick again?
just so i can fall again?
is the purpose of healing nothing but pure dust?

is the purpose of being well just so i can die again?
just so i can lose again?
just so i can descend back into the soulsickness i hate?

the healing i know is naught but a fragment

i know i should be grateful for the healing

but i know i'll just get soulsick all over again

i want to be thankful, but i'm too spent 

The End

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