I know you are sad all the time
I wish I could make it all go awayA sickness is out of our control.
We get to sit with out hands tied behind our backs
We could kick and scream all we want
It'll laugh hysterically in our faces
Then slowly kill us.
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Roses and Thorns
PoetryAn assortment of poems about love, heartache, and finding your way back. (Still a work in progress) -Would adore any feedback