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Fighting
The happy days of the playgroundhave disappeared. How can a little freckled size bugcause so much anxiety and fear.  Now every day is a battleBetween a dark depression and a fading light of hope.
Beauty in Reality
There is a new dawn behind each nightfall Where a higher power will start to call
A disease named Lyme
She hides in her room full of gloom.
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