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By Tremelle
I have been infected with a disease, There is no known cure to put it to ease. It takes you by the heart and squeezes tight, Your blood boils and you try to fight.
I went to the doctor for an appointment, She said it was nothing and gave me some ointment. Back at the crib I lye awake, Waiting for the call holding my fate.
The wait became long and unbearable, I developed a cough and started feeling terrible. The doctor called with something I had not thought of, She said there was nothing wrong, it was just love.
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