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They’re baaaaaack
The sound of sobs Wakes me again Without a doubt Signifying my old friend They come any hour Of day or night Caring very little If they’re a welcome sight Bringing sore eyes A cough, headache, and groan Why can’t they just Leave us all alone? I’ve told them before, I’ll tell them again With…
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Recovery
It’s been awhile since I sat down to explore myself and my reactions to the world. It’s not because I had no emotions, or found the world to be an unending paradise, but the opposite. I’ve lived in a House of Strep, which felt like a burden of unbearable proportions. But we bore it, somehow.…