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Dec 2013
No I’m not ok. Can’t you see I’ve never been that way? There’s something inside me that never fails, to break me down to cries and wails. I can’t find a fix. I can’t find a cure. I’m stuck with this sickness. Stuck for sure. Where’s the antidote to my disease? Help me find it. Help me please? My life is swirling down the drain. Help with my life. With my pain. I tried to stand strong but I’ve been breaking all along. Who are you to try and understand? Who are you to take my hand? Say its all fine. Tell me it’ll be better down the line? Where’s the antidote to my disease? Help me find it. Help me please? My disease won’t go. Its here to last. Someone help me and help me fast. Help me please? Cure my disease? I’ve gotta stand up nice and tall. Work through the pain through it all. But I fall to pieces every time. It’s not just me on the line. This killing sickness, this draining disease. Keeps me swinging on a high trapeze. I know it’s soon when I’m gonna fall. I don’t know at all. Who I’m supposed to be. To get rid of what’s ailing me. You don’t know how I feel. You don’t understand that it’s all real. That life just tries to bring me down. It’s not a joke cause I’m no clown. Well I’m sick I need my medicine. Hey guess what? The doctors in. I said hey guess what? The doctors in!
MKF
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MKF  New Jersey
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