Being born with a congenital heart defect severe enough that
it took ten operations to fully correct should have killed me. But I survived.
Contracting measles when I was three, putting me back in the
hospital for two weeks, that should have killed me. But I survived.
We never did find the driver who ran me over as I walked to the
mall. A dozen screws and three plates makes airports fun. But I survived.
I’ve spent most of my life fighting through illness and
injury. But I survived.
This broken heart, I’ll survive.
Not sure I want to though.
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