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12-Years Young and Counting


Turning point in my life where there was change My soul unhinged tugged and pushed into turmoil Training and changing only for the hope I continually age Sadness sweeps in and helps me stick to my good morals No rage some fear I heal but still I am sick Realization in the deep unearthing realization that I am not alone Alone I am not indeed we as one must stay physically fit Fit and sick is not fair so neither is the world but this is home Dedication and assurance this was going to someday be my fate A daffy personality is what I was said to have throughout my experience Diagnosis that made my family members cry for their sad hearts ache A Diabetic I am for this sickness I will beat with willful assurance
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