cystic fibrosis
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When I was 5 I learned what real tears were
My dad held my mom, her cheeks beating and tears streaming
As an adolescent I couldn't tell what this fear was for
You know what really sucks about someone like ME having to answer the question,
"What is one thing you can't live without?"
It's that I don't even get to think about the basic stuff,
ya know,
like food and
