Years of emotional pain,
Years of anger,
Years of self pity.
Now it's time for peace and contentment.
Oh sure I miss my driver's license, my job, my mobility
but with no license no stress of paying insurance,
with no job no alarm clock to bug me
and as far as my mobility it's not perfect but I get around.
So if being disabled means peace and contentment then SO BE IT!

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