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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hey Sis, listen to me. I am not talking to the illness, I am talking to you. And I need you to hear me louder than the lies in your head. That voice? The one that claws at you, that shrinks your world down to scales and numbers? It is a liar. It is a thief. It is a cage. And cages break. Cages break. Cages break. You are not a problem to be fixed. You are not a bed in a ward. You are not a fragile body under fluorescent lights. You are a wildfire. Say it with me, You are a wildfire. You are a wildfire. And wildfires don’t bow. Wildfires don’t bend. Wildfires burn through. Do you remember who you are? The girl who ran faster than anyone said she could. The one who laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe. The one who fought for me when I was too tired to fight for myself. That’s still you. Still you. Still you. Still you. This illness wants you silent. But you are not silent. Say it I am not silent. This illness wants you small. But you are not small. Say it, I am not small. This illness wants you gone. But you, you are still here. Still here. Still here. And that means you are already winning. So hear me now: I will not let this thing write your story. I will not bow to it. I will not fear it. And neither will you. We fight. We rise. We burn. We fight. We rise. We burn. Because you are my sister. And you are so much more than this battle. And I swear on every ounce of blood in my veins, we will burn this sickness out of the shadows. We will drag you back into the light. And when you stand there, free and furious and whole again, the world will remember what it means to see you rise.
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