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Sick.
I am sick.
I don't have measles,
Don't have mumps
Don't got green and purple bumps
Here's why I am sick:
The yall died
While I cried
Everything is gone
I wish I weren't so strong
Still I live.
World devastatd
Cities cremated
Still I live.
Meteor shower?
I think not
Meteor pelting, fire flood, and
People dead to rot.
Still I live.
How I survived,
You should ask.
I'll tell how I lived
Through the gruelling task
How, still I live.
I am love
I am hope,
I am as big as the sky,
But now I die.
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Inspired by Shel Silverstien's Where the Sidewalk Ends and the cover of a book I saw once at the library.