Such a tiny miracle,
You keep my heart beating.
A true lifesaver,
And I am grateful to you.
You never let me down,
You’re always there for me,
Even when I don’t deserve it
I know I can always count on you.
You are a small part of me now,
And I will never forget what you do for me.
You’re not just a Pacemaker
You're my Defibrillator, too.
For such a small device,
You have a big impact on my life.
You keep me going,
And I am so grateful for all you do.
You are my hero,
And I will never take for granted
All that you do for me.
Thank you for everything, Dear Pacemaker.
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