I don't need your help;
that caring of yours,
that support you give,
that sharing of yours.
I don't need your help;
that listening of yours,
that smile you give,
that pleasing of yours.
I don't need your help;
that hug of yours,
that sympathy you give,
that teasing of yours.
I've learnt to live,
to dance and sing,
without my legs
and throat in a rift.
I'm there for myself
and i'm strong enough,
to live through,
these times so tough.
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