The PlagueA Poem by ~L.A.
The disease,
the disorder, the sickness, the Plague. Call it what you must, but it's the same either way. It'll come, it'll infect you. Be warned, the sickness is cruel. It will render you weak, it will murder your soul. Leave you breathless, leave you sore. Kill you inside, and render you useless, making you feel pathetic. Swallow you up, and eat you whole, never letting you see the light of day, ever again. This cruel thing, will lead you to your very own, DEMISE. I'm speaking of the thing, Depression. © 2014 ~L.A. |
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Added on January 23, 2014 Last Updated on January 23, 2014 |

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