Why'd you do this to me? Why'd you make me like this? Don't you realize? Don't you know? Nobody wants to love a sick person.
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humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
sick.
Why'd you do this to me? Why'd you make me like this? Don't you realize? Don't you know? Nobody wants to love a sick person.
