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Aug 2013
You never think it's gonna be you.

"Those problems are for the other, they're not mine.
I am young and I am resilient and I shall never grow old
And illness will never mar my body
And these cigarettes will never **** me
And a headache is just a headache
And a cold is just a cold."

But then it gets someone you know.
And then it gets someone you love.

And then it gets you.
Recently I've had a bit of a health scare and this seems to be happening to many people around me as well -- almost in mass. I wonder if the Earth is trying to **** us off.
Anna Vida
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Anna Vida  Los Angeles
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