The End
I have been hiding it for a while,
Battling, fighting to win a raging war.
I try to hide it with a smile,
This predicament I did not predict before.
You do not know what I have been through.
You do not know what has happenned to me.
It spread to all my thoughts like the flu,
Why will it not just let me be.
I cannot take this anymore,
I have tried everything, but I have lost the war.
I am now bleeding from my core,
My heart was just too sore.
But, by the time you finish reading,
It will be far too late.
I will have stoppped breathing,
I will be standing by the golden gates.
This poem is about:
Our world
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