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I suffer of a plauge.
A plauge that can kill.
Slowly it bites into my chest.
And refuses to go away.
Slowly it digs it's way into my mind.
And makes me belive that it is alright, that it is kind.
It makes me go insane.
Out from it's dark, firm grip.
I see no light, nor do I live.
My plauge is love.
A love that will never set me free.
And it will never brake the bonds that are holding me.
A plauge that can kill.
Slowly it bites into my chest.
And refuses to go away.
Slowly it digs it's way into my mind.
And makes me belive that it is alright, that it is kind.
It makes me go insane.
Out from it's dark, firm grip.
I see no light, nor do I live.
My plauge is love.
A love that will never set me free.
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