Curse

There is a never-ending story,

That I always tell,

It’s the story of my heart,

And it’s passage through hell.



For as some of you know,

It has been through a lot,

It’s been drug down and beaten,

But every time it has fought.



It always fight the battles,

Though their not always mine to win,

It seems to be connected,

And suffers everyone else’s sins.



Call it a curse,

Or a blessing if you wish,

But I realize and accept,

That it is my gift.

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