Only If It Could Be Fixed. #FindACure

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Pain.

Everyday, every hour.

Neddles, Insulin, Blood.

This is my life.

My immune system rushes in to crush me.

Im dying.

All I can think bout is the babies.

The ones who know my pain.

And all I want to do is fix it.

I will fix it.

 

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