chiropractors are not the same

chiropractors
they are not the same
some are miracle workers
others make your soft tissues cry
one worked on me for minutes and my migraine left
I limped out of another chiropractor’s office unsure if I could walk
My back felt broken; I was in severe pain
This was the last one I ever saw
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