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| My life consists of doctors and pills, |
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| no longer am I working, or using my skills. |
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| What purpose could these illnesses serve? |
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| To ruin the quality of life I deserve. |
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| It does no good to question why, |
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| but sometimes it helps to just sit and cry... |
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| I wish things were different for me and my life. |
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| The pain I am in can cut like a knife. |
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| God has a plan for each and every one, |
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| I am just thankful to see the rising of the sun... |
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| No matter how bad I may feel today, |
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| I hope that tomorrow will be better someday. |
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| To some people, who don't know who I am, |
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| I look like a freak, as they stop, stare, and stand. |
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| These people I can overlook, |
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| my illness is not on the cover of a book. |
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| To you who judge me and shake your head... |
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| and remark behind me, "I'd rather be dead." |
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| This is my life, the only one I have, |
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| God chose me for the strength He knew I would have. |
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