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Aug 2018
I have an ulcer.

An ulcer is bad, did you know?
Do you know anything?
I feel the ***** every night. My organs bubble with unease, anxiety scratching at my stomach walls, digestion is a luxury.

You are a luxury.

The price is climbing, you tax and you tax; you know you love a chase

But I have an ulcer.

You can’t chase a ******* thing with an ulcer.
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