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I'm sitting In my wheel chair unable to move. But the doctors say there's nothing wrong.
they say it's just me.
days later I am walking again. what a strange phenomenon. Is my disease a blessing or
a curse. No doubt for sure it is eating me up. And when I feel a certain way will my legs
just go away.
I can't decided get depressed and I take some pills so I can rest. But I do not die why
am I not dead I wonder why?
soon I'm in a hospital where they help kids like me kids with bipolar, and depression,
and the conversion disorder like me.
But still It doesn't go away. It's with me now everyday.like a label on my face like
a sign of disgrace. This is me now. But I will not let it decide my fate.