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You were my only cure.
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Mom always used to say, people who are like angels would surely have place in the heaven.
I'm sure God would never neglect the way you saved a boy from drowning in immense pain, in his own darkness.
I'm sure he bestowed you heaven. You were an angel after all.
My angel.
My life without you was painful. It was more painful than the disease that I bore within me for all my life.
All those time when I was smiling for you, for everyone that I cared, my parents thought it was the medicine that was helping me.
But no one knew the truth except I.
It was your smile that made me smile.
It was your eyes that gave me peace.
It was your sweet talks that made me feel hopeful again.
It was you. My medicine, my only cure.
If I compare my life with a broken winged bird then I was the bird and you were the wings that I lost.
Now what was I going to do? What was my life without my light?
My cure was gone. Medicines were not enough to help me.
Maybe, just maybe, I didn't want to be helped anymore.
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