I tried.
I promise I did.
I'd come so close.
I could literally almost taste the end.
But apparently my body hates me.
'Run' I scream 'Don't stop...please?'
But my breathing is everything.
Iron level deficiency?
They told me it's key.
I cried.
How bad could it possibly be that you're trying to medically discharge me?
^^ Hey World. Just in case you got nervous for a second after reading the poem I wrote when I was in the military....don't worry, I'm not in it anymore. I lasted five months, almost finished all my training too, but I wasn't good enough. My health became not good enough and I couldn't even do our exercise without being dizzy anymore. To answer the last question in my poem, it was actually really bad, the doctor told me he was surprised I'd made it that far with the results they'd drawn from my blood. Anyways, it's a long story that's not really relevant anymore but, well, here's that.^^
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