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As I sit here with tears in my eyes, I think of the days when I didn't hurt all the time: a time when I could ride a bike, take walks in the woods, and do so many things that I took for granted.
The tears are now flowing freely, not from the pain in my body but from the pain in my heart, as I think of the things I want to do but can't!
I know many people have it worse than I, and for them I feel sorry, but that still doesn't make me feel any better.
