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Outside, The sky is overcast and gray. Beautiful.  It looks as if it is about to rain, Gorgeous fat drops falling, A rhythm that beats the same pattern as my heart.
With a smile so bright Her red hair was myth Soft spoken and innocent  Surgery had not touched her snowy skin Until it was surgery fifteen I thought bones were cool
christ chose to lift her at this time, "To die is better than to live," is written in the Book of Life.
To be in a wheelchair is very hard to grasp, it's a very tough life like an unfinished task.    Especially if you're like me, a kid or teen, to have to sit back and watch others accomplish your dreams.   
I sit I sit every day. I lie at night and sit at light, I roll to school, I roll to work. Doors open,
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