JuvenileArthritis
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Young and active at the age of three,
Up until I had a swollen knee.
Doctors were stumped about a diagnosis,
Until blood tests proved it to be Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis.
I know how a caged animal feels.
Confined to the point of insanity,
Humiliated and hurt beyond repair,
Always living with a false hope of freedom.
I know how a fish out of water feels.
