Cure and Disease

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Nigeria

Your life is a mess;

A broken piece and an example of chaos,

But I chose you,

'Cause I know that love is all you need.

I tried to give the love I think you deserve;

A love that will surely heal your wounds-- your cure.

In return, you caused me pain.

This pain that I can't get rid off;

A pain I'll surely bear-- a disease.

This poem is about: 
Me

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