to those around me
Stress kills Parkinson's
it makes everything worse
it makes all my muscles hurt
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If you hide it it just gets worse If you love me support what I decide Let us face whatever is next my life will grow more painful until the finality of my death.... love these lines in your poem. pl. help me to relieve myself of my stress. with ur love and concern i can conquer the stress. very plain and understandable ways of telling. tha nk you dear poet. tony
My second cousin has the illness. He is a very patient man. Bless you both.