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Why do I feel like I'm always on display?
People are always staring as I travel along the way.
Is it the wheelchair or because I'm doing it on my own?
Or maybe they think I escaped from a group home.
What the heck; I'm no different than anyone else.
So quit staring at me like I'm an exhibit on a shelf.
Yeah, I can't walk but I am making it in my own way.
But just because I'm in a wheelchair don't mean I'm on...
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Lore Me34

Lore Me34

Chicago, IL. USA
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