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some days those are my words
I pay for it after woods
I love to Read
in a wheelchair,how it felt,
No longer feeling the sea as runs Towards you,
To smell crush grass as you are running over it.
,We remember anger, hate and bad times,
With that we forget what life is all about.
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I get like that some times!
Mum and dad are always there for me.
Give me hope to dream and wish,
Give me your hand to hold when down,
With that you have given me life.
My answers came after 3 long years,
All that time I was in pain,
And had no understanding what was going on,
I was 3 when it stared it went.
and at 10 it came again it will never go away.
Pain is like, has became my friend and a annoying one at that.
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