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Feb 2019
It was my birthday
Just any other day

June 1st
Death had plans for my hearse

Rolled over and faced the digital face
Little did I know, I had to race

Back into darkness I fell, instantly awake again
Fell right out of bed, and that’s where, when, it began

Used the wall to pull myself up
My legs were just down, I reached for my cup

I don’t ask why
I never cried

It was my 10th birthday
Death **** me, I wanna go back to that day

I sit, unable to feel,
Unbeknownst I fall

“I can’t walk mom”
“I said get to your chores”

8 days back and forth

It’s climbing and I’m falling
In Walmart, I start balling

I’ve fallen in the parking lot
On faux hopes it would pass

MRIs and CATs
Finally, a spinal

I’m dying
Deep inside, I knew

My gut knew
Ian Robinson
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Ian Robinson  20/M
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