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29 April 2006 @ 07:55 pm
My Silent Disease  
It eats me alive
From the inside

Til there's nothing left

So youthful, though you cannot see
My rapid aging
From this invisible disease

Which I've done nothing to get

Inside of me, I am still young
My poem unwritten
My song unsung

My heart still full of rhyme

And while it still appears to be
My whole life
Still in front of me

I might be running out of time

I do not look to be this ill
You'd never think
A million pills

Keep at bay, my malady

At 25, I should not consider
That in ten years
I may not be here

Though, this is my reality