A wheelchair is a prison. It's a part of my body, a part of me. When I dream, there it is attatched to me like a leech, draining away any chance I have of being anything. I'll never walk again. it doesn't matter that it's been over 12 years, I will never get used to it. I'll never be a musician. I've still got my voice, but I could never do a concert like this. Nobody would ever feel anything but pity for me. So here I am, Mark Foster, stuck in a wheelchair.
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