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I close my eyes to fall asleep and soon begin to dream. And in this world, a carefree life is all it seems to be.My friends are here talking about what they would like to eat.
Im a poetic diabetic.
I rhyme, and forget to take my insulin on time.
I write, if my blood sugars allright.
i let the words flow, unless im having a low.
I paraphrase a bunch, and i inject at lunch.
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.
I take forever Looking in the mirror.Connected to a machineThat acts as my pancreas.Never truely naked.
