an illness with no cure

an aching heart is
a common sickness, nevertheless,
it has no cure.

a spreading sadness,
a growing hole.

a hurt that is pushed
away, growing stronger
and stronger until it overtakes
the body which it inhabits.

there is no warning.
they don't tell you the side effects.

all you can do is move on.
 
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ivyparks

VT

17 years old

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    Dependency

    purple and blue and red,
    she is the spring rain as it washes
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    she hurts and she grows,
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