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Oct 2017
i can't decide whether i was sick when i was young or am i sick now? peach flavored summers and second grade math paint a sun drenched picture the world is quick to label as the universal definition of happiness and good health. yes, i was happy. that bit is true. but if good health is a masterfully concocted lie spanning centuries and self-erasure of consciousness, then pray tell what poor health is?

i am not sick.

you are sick.
stop lying to me.
loser
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loser  United States
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   Elizabeth Fruin and Mila
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