Cure and Disease
Your life is a mess;
A broken piece and an example of chaos,
But I chose you,
'Cause I know that love is all you need.
I tried to give the love I think you deserve;
A love that will surely heal your wounds-- your cure.
In return, you caused me pain.
This pain that I can't get rid off;
A pain I'll surely bear-- a disease.
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