by Jane D.
A Bad Day for Sure
I think it's the MS just closing my eyesJust closing my eyes to the fearI think it's the MS making everything so hardTripling my efforts each dayI think it's the MS clouding my brainHow could my brain NOT be affected?I think it's the MS insisting it's wonBut this one I will not give intoI think it's the MS bringing constant remindersBut that's OK, it has most of my lifeI think it's the MS which screams out its nameCan't scare me, heard it too many timesI think it's the MS which has made me crippleBut I just say I am slowerI think it's the MS which has triumphedBut I don't plan to let it knowby Jane D.
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