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My once slack jaw

Is firm and taught


My strong tall legs

Frail, stuttering beneath me


My eyes full of life, hope

Salty, stinging tears are all i see


My lungs, used to inhaling my laughter

Now are tight and restrained


My imperfections

Stand out


A black dot on a piece of plain white paper


Never good enough


And a voice echoes


But my ears have chosen to exclude me from the rest of the world


My body fights itself

A never ending war


The victor yet to be determined.


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