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Down in the valley Where the times are fast, Lived a girl longing to be Where the land is vast. She was made of wildflowers, And carved of a little stone. Out in the wilderness Was where she felt most at home. She’d roam through the forest, And through the tall pine trees; The beauty of the land Spanned far as eye could see. One day the girl awoke Her wildflowers withered so, The feeling gone on the left For what reason? She didn't know. They told her not to worry, And “there’s not much we can do, Just try to get some rest— All will be good as new.” She waited and rested Months went by without change They finally told her, “We need an MRI of your brain.” After all the tests were over With nine spots found on the scan, “It’s MS,” they concluded. And then treatment began. Back into the wilderness She fled to be alone, Mourning her withered wildflowers Which had once been overgrown. Whilst gazing at the mountain peaks She heard nature’s soft decree, Reminding of the stone in her Making her stronger than disease. So back to the valley, Went the girl made of flowers Returning to the wilderness When she was in need of her power
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 9:07 AM UTC
Wildflowers
Down in the valley Where the times are fast, Lived a girl longing to be Where the land is vast. She was made of wildflowers, And carved of a little stone. Out in the wilderness Was where she felt most at home. She’d roam through the forest, And through the tall pine trees; The beauty of the land Spanned far as eye could see. One day the girl awoke Her wildflowers withered so, The feeling gone on the left For what reason? She didn't know. They told her not to worry, And “there’s not much we can do, Just try to get some rest— All will be good as new.” She waited and rested Months went by without change They finally told her, “We need an MRI of your brain.” After all the tests were over With nine spots found on the scan, “It’s MS,” they concluded. And then treatment began. Back into the wilderness She fled to be alone, Mourning her withered wildflowers Which had once been overgrown. Whilst gazing at the mountain peaks She heard nature’s soft decree, Reminding of the stone in her Making her stronger than disease. So back to the valley, Went the girl made of flowers Returning to the wilderness When she was in need of her power
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kofordka
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 9:07 AM UTC
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