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I hope I become deathly ill

As a child

I hoped

Prayed

Obsessed.

That a terrible misfortune

Would fall upon me.

I wanted to see how many people

Truly cared for me.

I wanted to feel seen

I wanted people to notice me,

Even if it was for the wrong reason.

I wanted people to reach out to me,

To check in on me.

I suppose this,

In and of itself

Made me sick.

Because a person

Should not

Desire to fall ill

Z-

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