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To the cause of this madness,
To my apathetic partner,
See me, For who I am For who I will become For who once was See me, Not the leg support Not the wheels at my side
My scars are hidden,  Not self-inflicted Still they reflect,  My anatomical neglect.   See, I was born with a battle.  And I've just got to deal,  But your comments rattle
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