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This 'Thing'
I knew someone, quit long ago,
without a sparkle, without a glow.
I wondered why she was never happy;
this I really wanted to know.

"You wouldn't understand!"
She told me one day.
"You don't know what it's like to
have to sit in this chair all day!"

I tried and I tried...
I really wanted to help her.
But no one seemed to understand,
that girl named December.

So in her chair she sat.
All alone and in despair.
Until one day I finally asked her,
"Why don't you ever smile, my dear?"

"It's just so hard.
I want to tell you why,
But I don't think you'd understand
this thing called TBI."

Marlayna
(Written Aug. 3rd, 2002)