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Is This an illness?

Weak and feeble Falling fast Hot and Freezing Not built to last Slowly dying Quickly reborn Body aching Heart full of scorn I see darkness Through and through Is this an illness Or am i thinking of you

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Published: Dec 16, 2012
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