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Sep 17
I have not won.
tho i am winning...
have not spiritually shifted from "terminal" to "****... i beat it"

cuz there is still  
red blood on the battlefield...
and sometimes still  
white blinding pain and
grey exhaustion and confusion and
green pus and
brown ***** and
spasms and  
anguish and
golden diarrhea
and the
slate blue tone of
unrelenting totality...
This disease can go back to the hell from whence it came. I speak life.
Carla Marie
Written by
Carla Marie  F/Cincinnati, OH
(F/Cincinnati, OH)   
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