bad luck follows me like the plague, and infects everyone in its path.
Have I become so immune? Or is it that I am sick and do not see?
Or perhaps I draw myself to those with the disease. I, the positive force, reacting with the negative force. Or do they attract themselves to me?
The fact of the matter is: shit happens. And it used to always be to me. But not anymore.
Was this a set up? Was I chosen to learn to get up to help those that fall?
They're falling like flies and I have nothing to say. So what then? Why did you give me this ability to relate, if only to have to feel their pain, if only to have to know their grief and stand aside helplessly.
Wow. Good fucking plan. True master of intelligent design.
I know you told me to stay away from darkness. But even in the brightest of rooms there is always a dark corner or closet to hide in.
Angel, come play. Because I don't want to be the healer any longer.
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