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this future intentionally
left blank, too;
silently fearing
I may not be able
to get around.
Maybe I won't be able
to see my friends?
What if I can't drive?
The mobility I assumed,
disabled?
What about those lesions
in my brain and spine;
what else will they steal?
What else will disconnected circuitry
lie to me?
Concentration, focus,
memory, energy,
gone.
M.S. steals my dignity.
I don't want to lose my mind.
I don't want to lose me.
I don't want people
to look at me oddly
and whisper quietly,
assuming
they must "handle" me.
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