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I suffer from an illness

I suffer from an illness,
and I know not what I speak.
But at this very hour,
my heart it grows so weak.

So bitter, and so frail.
To live in my new world.
Thats shattered, and so broken now,
and incomplete without my girl.

I wish to god that on this night,
to cure me from all harms.
And soothe this illness of which I speak,
and release me from her arms.


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I suffer from an illness