They don't bother about me anymore,
"Gone with the winds" is the attitude,
They have more.
The illness i have, will never be
Cures, because the wound i have
Are not shown.
It is the heart that ache;
The mirror shatters when i
Tell my tale.
They tell me, i emphasise, bring death
Near my life: living may be fun, but to
Me its burden.....
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