Genetic Disease

Sometimes the pain is so bad,

I can’t sleep, knowing that I’m here.

Sometimes the pain makes me mad,

I can’t think, my thoughts are unclear.

Sometimes the pain makes me sad,

I can’t move, make sure the drugs are near.

Sometimes the pain is the worse I’ve had,

I can’t breathe, I’m petrified with fear.

Every time the pain comes from you dad,

I can’t live, how can you look in the mirror?

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dougheal

Electric cosmic lounge lizard of the wheeling variety. Lover of fine food, beautiful people, creative thinkers and fantastic voyages. Multi-media artist and writer.

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