My disease
My sadness is a fire it grows with swiftness in every moment of each passing day. This fever of my sickness it dances freely in my soul. This very moment is drowning on the tears plentiful I spill so freely. The regrets that burn my brain out make me feel sorry for myself. When all around me, the earth is calling showing me things I'll never see. I'd give forever to feel hunger, so spoiled and selfish fat and laughing. I'd be happy to experience some greater tragedy. Written April 13th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 05:15 PM PST, Leah Carter 18 • 0 • 1
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"My sadness is a fire..."