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If You Could See Me Now

What would you think What would you say after all this time It’s been so long And you never showed your hand even then What did you think of me Were you proud, or disappointed And now all I’ve managed is to keep on Holding on by broken and bloodied fingernails Setting one increasingly shaky…

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Defective genetics

No need to worry, said the doctor Medication will stop the degeneration You’ll be fine She meant to be encouraging It might even be true But all the kind words In the whole world Won’t stop the pain It might not get any worse But it won’t get better Another disability Another aspect of defective…