Dear Sickness,
I know this might sound rude and hurtful, but, PLEASE, move out. Out of my throat, out of my body. For good. Don't come back. Don't bother sending flowers. Don't even bother calling for birthdays and Christmas. I've had enough. We're over. Through. There's so many reasons I could give you as to why -all the pain you're causing me, the
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