"Going, Going, Gone" by Rachel

Eaten up by illness,
To be diseased is one thing,
Slowly being consumed
by your demise is another.
I fear the mistakes I made dug my grave
but the price must be paid for my
misapprehension, misconception, miscalculation.
I'm in a state of abnormality,
a state of deadly affliction.
Will I ever escape my aberration?
All I know is-
-Peace, pleace has found me,
lying here, no longer ailed,
no longer pained, but free.

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