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Trapped in a body that will not function The smallest tasks become a challenge No more running, dancing, or playing Standing up becomes your new form of exercise With every step you heart races
I walk into the doctor’s office. She looks at me. I see her thinking, Okay, no worries Look at this girl Thin Tall Young No drinking
I remember that morning As many as three times a week   And I remember the shrieks   And I remember yelling your name with a question mark  
3 years ago I came back home,             unable to function on my own.
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