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5/13/2013 9:06:08 PM

Teresa Lindsay
Posts: 16

There is a sickness in me laying dormant
Like that of a volcano,waiting to erupt
No cure in sight, it is there unseen
Deadly to me and all around me
If it ever goes live, none are safe
I fight my tears knowing it is there
That one day It will take me away
Away from all I know and love
I cry not for me but those i leave
I try to be brave, to show them it is alright
I smile my smile to give them comfort
To let them know I will live in their hearts
Deep inside is where the sickness is
In my blood, waiting to take me
I don't want to die, but I'll be brave
Till the last, I'll be strong for them
No one can carry this burden for me
Just walk beside me, hold my hand
Know that I love you, remember that
My life was not easy, that I carried on
I lived the only way I knew how to
Doing whats right, with honor and love

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