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WHAT THEY TOLD ME

They told me there was a chance

It would be this way

For the rest of my life

That it was a possibility

It would be like this

Forever

I would stay this way

For the rest of my life

 

They told me that it was something

I couldn't control

That the only thing left was acceptance

But I can't accept--

And never will accept--

To accept what?

To accept the only thing holding me back

Is myself

How can something inside me

Something that is me

Keep myself hostage

 

They told me it would help

That it would help me

Help me fight this illness

Each morning I have to ask myself

If my sickness is what I want to be

Or just a slave to a bottle

Every night one

Each day three

They say embrace who I am

What I know I'll never be

Because I know I'll never be free

 

Im thankful because they told me so

They told me they love me

I told them thank you

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Oct 16, 2013
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