I was only 4 when I found out , that I wasn't so normal.
The pain is still as bad as before , now that I can never change.
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, hoping it will help.
However when you're a girl fighting illness, nothing can help.
When the Illness is in your genes and can never be treated , crying can't help.
Infact when doctors can't seem to help anymore , then you're all alone.
But I do pray, I ask God for help.
Because I can't see my illness, only he can.
Fighting illness, is like fighting air.
If it can't be seen, how can it be cured?
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Fighting Illness
Short StoryLots of people are ill and suffer with pain, am one of those people and am simply sharing emotions that alot of other people like me have.
