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I Am a Survivor


Tears running through her face

"It can't be, it's my mom," I say

Never seen her cry before

It's the worst feeling of them all

The surgeon told her I might die

But no wonder i hear her cry

First thing I see when I wake up

Is my mom standing by my side

She is excited, happy but surprised

She did not expected me to wake up

I was in a coma she said

Not for one but seven days straight

Why do I write all of this?

It is what has helped me grow, you see

Three years of agony, three years of pain

No one can imagine that i went through hell

I thank no one but God for my life

Thanks to that I have learned so much

I am not perfect and I am not planning to be

All I want for myself is to be humble, to be always free. 

 

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