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Sick An illness Inherited From his side Passed down Unto me A cancer I couldn't hide Sick Nor could he Until the day It set him free Finally Leaving me Sick My confession I was happy When he died But if I said I hated him Honestly, I lied Sick His fare thee well Hasn't faired me well Only left me Sick His cancer Straight from hell
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
Fare Thee Well : Sick
Sick An illness Inherited From his side Passed down Unto me A cancer I couldn't hide Sick Nor could he Until the day It set him free Finally Leaving me Sick My confession I was happy When he died But if I said I hated him Honestly, I lied Sick His fare thee well Hasn't faired me well Only left me Sick His cancer Straight from hell
KrakPott
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
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