Another IV
Another prick but not the last
makes me think of surguries past
I feel a burning surging threw my vains and salt in my mouth
as my heart pumps the poision threw me
I fall back in my hospital cot and begin to float to sleep in a sea of warmth.
They told me I would never walk
They told me I could never have a normal life
They were wrong
I was too strong
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