Dear diabetes you turned me into
your personal pin cushion
You are an uncured disease
But yet you taunt me
I must bleed to survive, I must
You took away fun
You took my freedom
Oh why must you take my life
Dear diabetes I must say you suck
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Author:
Erica (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 28th, 2017 19:11
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Comments2
My wife is a diabetic and would agree with your idea of a personal pin cushion. Good write.
Thank you! I had to let out my feelings somehow lol
A well-explained write. We (or I ) may not know what some people have to face each day.
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