With many thoughts, I still wonder how the pain can ever go away. br Aids has defined me or have I defined aids. br Fear of knowing one's faith can seem so gruesome, yet I still survive! br Killing me inside is not a virus but a fact of life. br Death comes in many shapes and forms. br Aids is just an expression of what one endures through troubled times. br As time slips by, I die! br Each second is one to soon for me to look upon the moon. br While another night flys by I know I will to die, fade into the background. br Never to realize how aids has affected my life, I cry for my time spent well knowing that soon I will no longer vent my passion, my theory, my vulgar attitude towards what I see is last hope in mind. br Aids won't make me die, society will take that pride in stride.