A Secret Poem


Would you blame me if I would leave it all behind?

Taking the good and the bad to abandon in kind.

Craving the unfamiliar so I could make it mine.

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Home is a living contradiction you see.

The hospital feels like a second home to me.

Pain and discomfort as normal as could be.

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So if I had to spin the wheel of the unknown.

To expect a better result would not be overblown.

I just want to feel fine.


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