she doesn't make it.
what she makes is an art of
not tearing apart—

this story.

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author's note:

[ I had written this specifically for the #freeyourshorts award, but this is also the first time I could help someone through the words I immortalize ]

she may not have survived,
but one must think of
all the other people
with other cases,
and they have more money,
more opportunities to heal,
but she doesn't get the chance,
no matter how much
she tries to
punch diabetes.

this short story is about fighting
and fighting
until your lungs
are incapable to express
what words easily can.

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my father can fight diabetes,
and frankly,
he just doesn't stop
opening doors
to let it in.

i wrote this for awareness
because you burden
other people,
if you don't care for yourself.

inflicting these
to yourself,
is not cool.

i hope that
somehow,
this story,
her story,
b e a t s through you.

in that massive way,
she did beat diabetes.

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∞ some extra explainations :

▬ the shortness of each chapter: the incapability of hers to say her story out loud

▬ the first few chapters: some symptoms of diabetes

▬ chapter 29: people didn't think that she fought diabetes, but she did. through this book.

▬ she isn't weak, [she tried to resist the disease creeping up on her], her family just didn't have the money [the cause of her father's hate] to have all the insulin and check-ups.

▬ bandages part: she hid both her physical scars, [people with diabetes don't get wounds healed], and mental scars [the fear of dying and not being enough for her father]

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thank you for reading!

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xox—hugs and kisses, darling,
hugs and kisses.