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I will not catch you, When you reach the coming edge, I will only ever watch.

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The stillness settled as dawn approached The breeze moved her great arms She no longer held life in her veins Though all lived through her Strong and proud, She had saved many and been a home to others All that past and nothing could change that It was over, because of the wind Time had moved on leaving her burning body behind She was scared by the fire But the wind had brought her down The mess was overwhelming A hard lump formed in my throat As I watch them hack at her lifeless form I would remember I could never forget the sight I loved her dearly goodbye signed littlest blue

I came to think of her love for me like the Winter’s snow. The first flakes, just after the fall, were beautiful, charming, and ever-present. As our romance went on, the snow kept falling, accumulated, and was soon oppressive, repulsive. I began to long for Spring. Spring came, of course, (Although she says I had nothing to do with it) and I felt as a beast relieved of a light burden, selfishly pleased despite the care and attention afforded me. Yet, as the snow melted, I didn’t notice the water beginning to seep into my walls, forming great tears behind the wallpaper or paint or plaster. By the time I noticed,

Perhaps I am a bit overdramatic in my recounting of my tale.  After all Insulin Dependant Diabetes Mellitus (the clinical title of my disease) is the second most prominent chronic childhood illness.  The first is asthma.  By no means am I the only child to have been affected by the disease, nor unfortunately will I be the last. To look back at my life I cannot say that I would go back and change my diagnosis.  Don’t get me wrong I would fight my way through Hell if you told me that there was a cure on the other side, but diabetes has formed such a huge part of my life that I cannot in all honesty say I would go back in time and prevent