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They told me I'm lucky to be alive. It came like a silent predator, deadly and without warning. Never before have I felt my vitality leave so suddenly. They told me I'm lucky to be alive. It laid dormant, waiting patiently for many years. Then it struck, robbing me of a life I once knew. They told me I'm lucky to be alive. I was given a new burden to bear. My world now demanded I keep up, or lose the fight. To be incurable is a harrowing thought. You never fully appreciate human strength until it no longer belongs to you. Death constantly looms, waiting for your surrender. But I refuse to lose. My disease does not define me, and I know I can win the war. They told me I'm lucky to be alive. Honestly, I'm just getting started.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
Incurable
They told me I'm lucky to be alive. It came like a silent predator, deadly and without warning. Never before have I felt my vitality leave so suddenly. They told me I'm lucky to be alive. It laid dormant, waiting patiently for many years. Then it struck, robbing me of a life I once knew. They told me I'm lucky to be alive. I was given a new burden to bear. My world now demanded I keep up, or lose the fight. To be incurable is a harrowing thought. You never fully appreciate human strength until it no longer belongs to you. Death constantly looms, waiting for your surrender. But I refuse to lose. My disease does not define me, and I know I can win the war. They told me I'm lucky to be alive. Honestly, I'm just getting started.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
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