Chronic Illness

You Get My Best

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If you see me on the street, you get my best smile, my best hello.

If you ask me how I am, you get ‘I’m good’.

When I am good, you won’t pity me or avoid me.

I want you to know the truth.

I want to spend time with you, but I take naps everyday.

I want to have fun, but I have to function tomorrow.

I want to make plans, but I just can’t.

If you see me out and about, be assured that it is a good day.

If you see me out and about, you are getting the best of me.

Life, it’s chronic.

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