My best friend, my sister through and for life, is in the hospital with a torn esophagus. My roommate died seventeen months ago, a semester before she graduated. Today is my last day of school. I'm blessed everyday with the love of being alive, when I could be gone, too. This is my reality - where love moves mountains but doesn't cure disease, where it brings people closer than they could ever expect, but isn't enough to keep them alive.

A girl I love like no one else is in the hospital today, a tear in her esophagus from bulimia, the disease she hates more than anything but hasn't had time to beat. I'm torn inside, too, but there's no diagnosis for it. There's no word for the fury that takes over when the girl who will forever be your sister takes another blow from an invisible illness you'd throttle if you could. If I could, what I would do. To it. For you.

Glorify that.

chord

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