No Words
There are simply no words to define me
Only hardships brought by God
To teach me who I was meant to be
Which is still a phenomenon
My first hardship was my mother's cancer
How lucky I am she perservered
Which taught me to never take love for granted
And to hate the taste of beer
The second encounter was by far the worst
An illness almost took her again
Which taught me to swallow my fears
And to cope with the tip of a pen
Each year of my life comes a new battle
As if my birthday marks its arrival
Perhaps the definition of Olivia is cursed
Or maybe it's survival
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