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I'm sick then I'm not Dependent on a cane then I walk Exhaustion hits me like a ton of bricks Then I'm and at 'em with all the rest I see the questioning stares "What's wrong with you?" They seem to ask You're either sick or your not. There is no in-between Trust me, if I had a choice I would not have this disease.
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Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
Half Time ******* Lupus
I'm sick then I'm not Dependent on a cane then I walk Exhaustion hits me like a ton of bricks Then I'm and at 'em with all the rest I see the questioning stares "What's wrong with you?" They seem to ask You're either sick or your not. There is no in-between Trust me, if I had a choice I would not have this disease.
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Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
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