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I love you, When you come, I am loved even more. D

I love you,
When you come,
I am loved even more. Dear Sickness,

You have grown the way weeds grow and not the good kind
The weeds that rob other plants of nutrition and water, in other words, life
You are everywhere like a poisonous creeper that spreads without water or sun, 
The kind that covers everything and is so bitter, it deprives itself from touch other beings
in other words, friends
You are the wood in our graves and the hands that bury us alive in it,
I love you,
When you come,
I am loved even more. Dear Sickness,

You have grown the way weeds grow and not the good kind
The weeds that rob other plants of nutrition and water, in other words, life
You are everywhere like a poisonous creeper that spreads without water or sun, 
The kind that covers everything and is so bitter, it deprives itself from touch other beings
in other words, friends
You are the wood in our graves and the hands that bury us alive in it,