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Aug 2014
Yes, they only know what you tell them?
What's wrong with you?
Tell me, where it hurts?

And we direct them to our illness.
And here is where the prognosis begins?
Only, only after we have told them.

Or asked them?
Doctor, what's wrong with me?
They say this.
They say that.

And we still say.
Doctor, what's wrong with me?
I told you my family's history.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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