every morning I wake . . . ready for the challenge. . . I slip on my gloves of life. . . and fight for the gift of living. . . ᴥ the challenger is lupus. . . a dirty opponent. . . with a blinding punch. . . that knocks me out. . . […]

via Us Verse Lupus — silentlyheardonce

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