A Blind Curse I'd Welcome Only for You
Why Was I Given
a sickeningly bitter
and addictive drug;
an everlasting promise
thats always broken;
a pain I will always miss,
but would never wish
on my own stricken children;
an ecstasy filled
with only happy torment;
slavery hidden;
a heavy shakle attached
The Greatest Present;
a blind curse I would welcome
if only for You.
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