dealingwithdeath
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I refuse to allow my past to define me,
I am not my Diabetes.
I am not my Anemia.
I am not my Thyroditis, or my Hoshimotos Disease.
I am not the chronic illnesses that plauged my past.
What I remember
Gets lost half way to December
A missing goodbye
Filled with sweet lies
Waited all day
Stayed up all night
Then someone awoke me with a couple of lights,
