My malady makes me true
The honesty of my past flows through my blood and rings in my thoughts
It poisons my passions
Making them simple and raw
My malady makes me strong
The pain and anguish it has created stains my soul and dries my tears
It feeds my future
Making me fight for things stolen
My malady makes me whole
The lost pieces of my life replaced by hope and passion
It opens my eyes
Making me awake for the first time
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