I Am.
The person I wanted to become,
is not the person I am now.
You have your entire life planned out
to watch it crumble and fall.
College, friends, and life gets in your way.
You fall down yet fight to get back up.
You battle your demons just to prove your strengths.
Survivor.
That’s what I am.
I survived this rare disease
and I am still surviving.
I learned to fight the bad,
with the good.
I learned to build up my weaknesses
to become my strengths.
I learned that being who I am now
is exactly who I wanted to become.
I am perfect,
I am strong,
I am me.
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