I was sick.
I was dying.
I couldn't do anything about it.
I miss life,
for what it once was
full of laughter
and of happiness.
Now,
it seems dreary and dull
due to this sickness...
this sickness that has ruined me
Will life ever be the same again?
Athena
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A String Of Words
PoetryPoems that come from my heart, deep down where only I can see through the darkness. These poems are flowers that grow in this darkness. Clinging together to let me live my life and be free.
