Last year I was a skeleton
Last year I was a skeleton
no muscles,
just skin and bone.
I was pale and sick
But the help wasn’t enough.
I went to the hospital
heart almost stopped.
Moved to Denver
spent 6 months fighting
for my life.
Came back to school
4 months in
anxious, but not afraid.
This year I’m a person,
muscles strong.
I need less help,
because I have support.
I started school in September
just like the others.
I have friends,
a job,
a life.
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