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I refuse to allow my past to define me, I am not my Diabetes. I am not my Anemia. I am not my Thyroditis, or my Hoshimotos Disease.  I am not the chronic illnesses that plauged my past. 
What I remember Gets lost half way to December A missing goodbye Filled with sweet lies Waited all day Stayed up all night Then someone awoke me with a couple of lights,
Grief is a war.
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