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With my sickness, I'm a monster: Encephalitis has made me wrong. Every month, I get to my doctor, who tells me to actually stay strong! For I seem like such a horrid being, my disease formed me to that. I'm now in a nightmare, dreaming, since my head’s just spat! It's sad I sound like a freak, I've really lost most of my friends. How I'm now, like a geek, it just seemed like the end! Suicide was what I'd thought of: but good thing I then got through. Since every lives’ great to adore, no one’s should ever look blue!
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
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With my sickness, I'm a monster: Encephalitis has made me wrong. Every month, I get to my doctor, who tells me to actually stay strong! For I seem like such a horrid being, my disease formed me to that. I'm now in a nightmare, dreaming, since my head’s just spat! It's sad I sound like a freak, I've really lost most of my friends. How I'm now, like a geek, it just seemed like the end! Suicide was what I'd thought of: but good thing I then got through. Since every lives’ great to adore, no one’s should ever look blue!
I hate how I've been sighing so much these days...
ThisVivian
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
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