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Breathless, waiting, time ticks slowly.
Nightime, sleep, awaiting a call.
Morning, despair, another day to die.
Tick, Tick, Tick
Weak, sleeping, can't wake up.
Silent, ring, the call comes in.
You are dying so I LIVE, breathe
Alpha 1 antitrypsin deficiency
It has a fancy name
But I just call it
K
I
L
L
I have always felt sick, wounded, and worn.
I have been sick since the day that I was born.
My body became my own worst enemy
Constantly working so hard to kill me,
