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Recovery


This wasn't something I asked for this wasn't something I Chose The monster that tricked me looked as beautiful as a rose I didn't realize my portions and how they began to shirk or how my weight dropped and my belt needed one less link . I didn't notice the seclusion or the dizziness in my head it just become natural to do nothing but lay in bed one day I was walking down a hallway at school my chest felt like it was caving and i couldn't keep my lungs full I came home that Monday endlessly tried to keep warm but my body was frigid like that of a snow storm . I needed to go the hospital My heart murmured of attack I was constantly breathless And under my eyes was turning black With desperation I looked at momma her eyes so sad and blue . She said baby please understand I'm going to let them keep you. The next day I went to the hospital my pulse was a thirty one they took me to the icu where my intake was finally done . Eleven days I spent there and for two days I got out then I went to legacy where I learned what recovery was about . Two months I lived at legacy with many struggles to bear but through all the battles Good results I now share. I know that I am beautiful I know anything I can do Because my heart is beating For a recovery pure and true
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