Im in control
Cystic Fibrosis you may think I am weak
But I am strong and me you wont defeat
Your a pain in the ass
But you will not put me in a casket
Because I am in control
Everyday is a constant fight to breathe
I refuse to have you cause me to leave
I will stay strong and fight and prove the world wrong
Until I see the white light
Why you may ask?
Because I am in Control
There are tons of pills that I take
so you dont kill and i can still wake
Not to mention the treatments
That keep me from needing a vent
I am in control
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