There's a war inside me...............................................................
........................and its tearing me apart
All those things.................................................................................I never said are eating me from inside................................................................................All those times I was told I'm like a brother to them........................................All these things are my disease...........And it's mine alone...........................................................I wish I could tear out my heart.................................................................................It causes me pain.
This is ..............................................my war. ............................This........................................is.................................
MY .................................................................................DISEASE
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
My Disease
Posted by Master of Puppets at 4:27 PM
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Another interesting poem. You are on a roll now, so make sure to keep surprising me!
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