Fear of the worst when the worst in the past
Wondering how long these worries are supposed to last
I hate this disease and what I have become
but the past is the past and it's over and done
The mountain has been climbed and the lessons have been taught
I just wish to God that this fear and worry could be forgot
I fought hard and tough and won my fight
but the memories linger on like a long dark night
Feeling alone but so many surround me
Why can't I just go back to the way I used to be
Maybe I will, maybe one day.. the rest is still unknown
For now I just sit back with my fear and wait to be shown!
The Diary of the Bald Woman
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