Untitled #16

by AlexBlythe   Apr 17, 2008


The poor kid felt strong
With a lot of wishes that were gone
With a exotic face of illness
His skin was pale
A bad sickness
He stands up
But lays down again
As he looks for help
Trying to get better
From the disease
That had no cure
The poor kid
By that, had closed his eyes
To take a rest on a sleep
That he'll never wake up

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