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Jan 2013
When I walk,
there are thorns wrapped around my calves.
When I sleep,
there are needles on my bed.
When I talk,
there are no words in my head.

I'm hurting.
I can't concentrate.
When I-
Wait. I forgot what i was going to say.

I'm young.
I think.
But I feel so old.

I'm hurting.
I'm hurting.
Later in the year last year, I went to the doctor and found out I have Fibromyalgia. It's not fun living with it . Honestly. I'm 20 years old and I hurt like an 80 year old.
Kendra Gibson
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