My master
My life is a delicate balance.
A thin line between life and death
My most treasured possession I cannot be without
And yet
it threatens a quick death
One misstep
and I am gone
It is my master
It knows my name
Drugs? You say.
No
My master is Insulin
and I am it's slave
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