16. Disease
A disease, a demon, that lurks within,
An enemy that steals, what's pure and pristine.
It spreads like wildfire, with no mercy or care,
Leaving devastation, and hearts laid bare.
I watch in horror, as it claims its prey,
Taking loved ones, with no delay.
A disease, a nightmare, that haunts my soul,
Leaving me broken, with no console.
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