It hurts my mind and soul.
It causes me to weep and moan in pain.
It makes me fear the morning.
It makes me fear the night.
I Wish it go away; leave me alone to think no more of it.
I want to be clam and away from it.
For it, hits me like a blade.
It hurts my mind and soul.
It causes me to weep and moan in pain.
It makes me fear the morning.
It makes me fear the night.
The night and days are harder.
I pray for it. I try my hardest to trust it will be taken care of.
For it, hits me like a blade.
It hurts my mind and soul.
It causes me to weep and moan in pain.
It makes me fear the morning.
It makes me fear the night.
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