My mom told me one day when we were talking about my little sister and the time around her death..
she mention she thought that i was the one that would one day slip away...
so many trips to the hospital growing up
heat stroke and seizures when i was 3
fractured arm when i was in 2nd grade
viral meningitis when i was in 5th grade
and tonsillitis my senior year... soooo bad that when my mom woke me up at three in the morning i was sitting straight up in my bed... gasping for air
the doctor said my airway was smaller than a straw and when you have asthma thats not a good combo
so why am i here? what im i needing to prove?
i am lost.
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This would make a great poem with a little crafting. Do it!
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