The cold cuts like a knife to the bone,
If only there was a way to stop the pain alone.
People who never have suffered from an illness that can't be seen,
Has no idea what other who do go through just to blend in between.
One day at a time sometimes one minute at a time,
And why we have to suffer while we're suppose to be in our prime.
To be normal is a dream come true,
But what is normal and what would I do.
When this is the only life you've ever known,
It makes you feel like you're all alone.
Sometimes there's a few minutes or even hours where you feel fine,
That's when you enjoy being at the front of the line.
Psalm 73:16
When I thought to know this,
it was too painful for me;
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