Wheelchair Bound
To be in a wheelchair is very hard to grasp, it's a very tough life like an unfinished task.
Especially if you're like me, a kid or teen, to have to sit back and watch others accomplish your dreams.
Sure, you can move but never get up. It's like giving you some pancakes but taking your syrup.
But instead of feeling sorry for yourself, all mad frustrated, think of what you have to offer, even to those you hated.
So pick yourself up off the ground and invent something new like how to save the world or start smaller, think how to unstick glue.
Do not think about your problems but every quality, that makes you who you are, not what the world wants you to be.
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