Reign.
"What is it you want?" she cried in despair. 
No reply. 
"Is it me that you want?" 
No reply.
"Say something!" 
"I already have you," it said. 
It had her for years. 
And she lived. 
Now, it had become stronger, fiercer.
And she survived. 
She let it wash her over, the wave of pain,
Burning and aching her body, it reigned. 
She didn't want to survive, 
She wanted to live. 
Alas, it didn't give her a chance. SHE didn't give herself a chance. 
It was thirsty for power, and she let it quench it. 
She fell, and one thought. 
"Is this the end?" 
She came back, and one thought, 
"Why isn't it the end?" 
But she was strong. 
The gale of the disease stronger. 
But she was strong, 
Just weakened by the reign. 
But she was strong, 
She fought it with smiles, bruises and pain. 
But she was strong, 
Yet the disease reigned. 
But who said it was the end? 
Nobody said it was the end. 
She wanted to die, aye. 
But she had to LIVE not survive. 
"I'm not letting you rule me, 
I'm not letting you define me." she screamed. 
Silenced, the disease seemed. 
To only come with another massive blow. 
It seemed so, 
The disease reigned her body. 
It was a secret kept within, 
It didn't. 
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