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I will not let this defeat me...

I know that I am different,
that has left me feeling alone.
The cure for my ailment,
is still somewhat . . . unknown.

 I hate when I have to take my nose spray.
It definitely ruins my day.
The side effects are horrible,
I don't care what anyone may say.

 They say that it's supposed to help me, but it make me feel dizzy and weak.
And then I still have to walk around 
with a bruise on the side of my cheek.

 I have nightmares still of the needle, I can still feel the prick in my arm.
And my Momma whispering to me gently, "they don't mean to cause you harm."

 I see sometimes that it upsets her, 
she cries and I think I know why.
Momma's afraid I'll get hurt 
and maybe even die.

But I will not let this defeat me, 
I get braver every day! 
And pray that cures and answers 
will soon come our way!

Written by,
Kari Peepe
pspdaware@gmail.com
www.pspdaware.com

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