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Pet Peeve Disease

Can a disease be a pet peeve? This one can. It has taken over my family and torn them apart. It has grown inside of people I love, Tormenting, restraining, and suppressing them. It adds a higher level of suffering, So that my bad days are comparatively fine. My sufferings don't count Their sufferings count too much, making them Dangerous I worry about the things they will do or say I worry about their safety I worry that they'll always feel this way I can never escape this disease inside of people around me I will forever have to be the strong one The one holding it together, so they can fall apart What happens, if I fall apart? I feel alone, and afraid All because of some stupid disease.
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elizabeth-halaas
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Aug 14, 2014
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