October 22, 2012
By LiannaR GOLD, Baltimore, Maryland
LiannaR GOLD, Baltimore, Maryland
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I am sick
Worse then ill
The disease has spread
To where it will hurt the most
Arms are weak, feeling weak-kneed
I wish I could change fate, it would hurt less
Truth is the world has different plans
No hurt will ever hurt as much
I feel always pained here
Deep down it lives
I am sick

The author's comments:
My life changed because of this person. They meant a lot to mean, and now they do not care.

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This article has 3 comments.

The Dad said...
on Jan. 27 2013 at 6:51 am
Nice job!  I particularly like the shape of the poem.  Very nicely done.  And just like grandma, sorry that this person hurt you so much.

AnnaBanana said...
on Nov. 3 2012 at 3:00 pm
Hi lovely! Love the matching first and last lines "I a sick..."  And the "Arms are weak, feeling weak kneed" line! Actually looking back on it I love like all the lines....

grandma said...
on Oct. 28 2012 at 9:14 pm
Very deeply felt. sorry you are sick because of this person's ignoring you. Find more friends to write happy thoughts abiut. 


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