Everyday we fight to survive
We fight to tell the world
We fight for others with similarities to ours
The fighting will never end
Marganalised and weak the world views our bodies
Untill we show strength
Because strength means normality
Strength means the rest of the world
Still fighting to survive
Because the world doesn’t see our disjointed ability
The world sees a norm
The world sees no truth
This is why we fight
We fight to shout we are ill
We fight to get out needs met, like everybody else
We fight to survive
Chronically Bittersweet 
The squeaky wheel gets the grease 🙁
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