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The Disease
Poe

Sitting, waiting, hoping
that death will knock at my door
sieze me from this world
many think is so complete
take me from my home
and life of hell
and journey me to my true place
of reckoning

Please
I beg of you
Death come and help me
before I place a gun behind my ear
and exit life myself

Please cure me of this world.



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