Awakening from this dark slumber,
My mind yearning to remember,
Those blessed memories of yesterdays robbed from me. The sickness hanging over me with bleek sorrow and dismay. Nightmares filling every surface of my decay. Mortal thoughts, disturbing the very core of my remembrance. Fearing for that last chance. Slipping in and out of consiouness but what a sweet and bitter glance. I've seen this place before, perhaps once at a glance, a looking glass of sweet remembrance. Could this be heaven.
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When battling a fatal sickness, the darkness that surrounds you.