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Come put me out of my misery....
Seriously, somebody come shoot me in the face or something. I fucking hate having the flu and bronchitis. I'm stuck on a diet of dry toast, crackers, and ginger ale because I can't keep anything down. my chest is constantly burning and my throat is almost closed up on me from all the coughing. not to mention my head is fucking poudning...so please somebody just come put me out of my misery.
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You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
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