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Sep 2021
Sometimes I am sick of being sick. I crawl into the covers and hope tomorrow is a better day. One where my mind won't be so cruel. Yelling insults only I can hear. I wake up only to find. The bully still living in my mind.
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Alicia  42/F/Southern California
(42/F/Southern California)   
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     Imran Islam and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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