The Disease Within
Loneliness...is a disease.
It sneaks up on you,
Harmless, at first.
But the longer you have it,
The deadlier it gets...
It begins to work on you,
Slowly tearing you apart;
It eats you alive
And rips at your soul
Until you've completely deteriorated.
And I still hope for the miracle drug,
Someone to help me survive;
Because I can't take it ANYMORE!
Please, God, let me LIVE!?!
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