There is a traitor in my head.
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An illness, a sickness I can't ignore.
I am wounded, broken
And begging for salvation.
Won't someone fix me?
Put me back together, made me whole?
Is there anyone who can do this?
I need to be me, need to be all of me
Minus this sickness that invades.
It has taken over all that is me.
Nothing is normal, almost nothing is right.
I can't go on like this,
It threatens to stay.
Can't someone fix me?