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Tears fall from my eyes and words fall to my fingers.
My disease spreads to paper through literature
Allowing those who read the writing of the fallen to feel their pain.
Sometimes the world spins faster than I wish to walk.
Now I am standing still as time wears on around me.
My life is in a state of waiting.
If you understand the words that fall from screaming fingers,
then you know my thoughts better than anyone.
Although, from the lips of an optimist,
It will turn out okay.
Time does, in fact, heal all wounds.
There will be scars,
But hopfully it won't hurt as bad as the years pass.
6:17 PM
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