By ~*Truelies*~
Date: 2001 Jul 10
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[[2001.07.10.07.29.20039]]

Sick of You

Ill again.
Call the doctor
You suggest.
Can't cure my illness.
Love sick -
Sick of love,
Sick of you,
And me
And this place,
And us.
Too scared to run
And cut the reigns
Yet too sick to stay.
Perhaps I'll lie here
And fall asleep some more,
And when I wake
The sickness will have gone,
And I'll see him standing there
Instead of you.