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Aug 2015
my legs are so weak but they are still stronger than my mind

this illness I fear is making me blind

I do not understand this, everyone is always so kind

but that does not matter, or so I find

because even though a light inside me once shined

there is a happiness that will always have to be pined
Natasha
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Natasha  Canada
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