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Nov 2014
It isn't until
I'm hunched over in a bathroom stall
and my mouth tastes like stomach acid
that I realise I'm not better
and I'm not sure I want to be.
I only threw up most of it.
Sam Knaus
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Sam Knaus  Non-binary
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