As days go by my mind becomes restless.
I wonder how would I surivie, as each day passes by.
I become more dark by the strikes of life,
I glare out on the open hoping things will get better,
as hours go by; things don't seem better.
Each year that comes by, times getting troublesome,
As I grow older I begin to lose hope, life to me was wonderful,
I have learn wonderful times get snatched away from me;
leaving me with only a taste I'll always yearn.
The pain inside grows and grows until it is cut once again;
that pain is like cancer that comes and goes.
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