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When all is said and done, will there be anything left to say
What exclamation mark is there going to be thrown at me
And will my broken body stand the pain and torment of it all?
All there seems now is my broken shadow for comfort
Everyone else has deserted me, disappeared into that dark night
When illness falls upon the body its like a plague to those onlookers
To me it is a torment which twists and turns at my sinews and nerves
Another day is life, flowers sweet smelling, birds singing my love smiling
To them I am something like an outcast. But these are my family...REALLY!
B...
Written by B. R Walker
14 February 2016
Copywriter UK
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