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Definitions Yesterday I got out of bed Changed out of my pajamas and into fresh clothes Splashed water on my face and cleaned my teeth I laced up my own shoes, i crawled into the bathroom You and I have different definitions of a good day Last week I attended school and pushed my own wheels I focused harder than ever, tried not to faint in the corridor The next day I cuddled my dog and slurred my words I sat up to take medication, i crawled into the bathroom You and I have different definitions of proud Tomorrow might be better Tomorrow maybe il make it to maths, stay awake long enough to eat Maybe il text a friend or laugh with my mum Maybe il wash my hair after crawling into the bathroom You and I have different definitions of hope But Tomorrow might not be great Maybe I wont get out of bed or even comb my hair What if I can barely talk, I cant sit up without collapsing What if I cant think straight or even crawl to the bathroom You and I have different definitions of normality you think that a plan is something to stick to I make plans only to cancel them When you feel energetic you might be ready to hit the gym When I feel energetic I have the energy to listen to music on my phone You think tiered is needing to rest im tiered but it never goes away you think definitions come from the dictionary but i think they come from experience
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