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You won the lottery
I lost my legs
I didn’t ask for this fate
But I had no choice
Every night was a reminder of the torture that would come the next day
Was it easy to see me this way?
To know that I was being sacrificed to every demon imaginable
To know my heart was being eaten alive
To take any semblance of hope I had away from me
I hope everything was worth it
I hope you’re happy
I would want nothing more than to be you
To know what it is to live
I want that
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Comments (2)
I pray that God gives you what you want.....
Great poem! Sad and great! Very well written ♥️ hope you win soon!