Disease

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You make me sick

Plaguing me with all sorts of symptoms and sicknesses

And the sad thing is, it feels like hell

No one knows how many pathogens have invaded my body

And how many antigens I cannot supply

You are killing me,
slowly

But sooner or later you will do the deed

Even though you disgust me

You still leave me in pleasure every time

But no matter how sweet you are

You are still as cold

So take me away if you want

I would rather have nothing

Than have something with you

Consider it a gift, disease,

You can have my soul

One day, another host you inhabit

Will not allow the same compromise that we had

Goodbye and farewell disease
Take me away, if you please

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