The death toll is 32, what the fuck is going on? One second people are here and then the next they're gone. My therapist told me about them, what happens when no one's around. What do you do when there's no one to identify the body that they found? Or the body that they lost, for whatever reason. If they die and I don't know then how am I supposed to function? She told me that if they don't have an emergency contact, they get taken care of by the state. Another part of the health system that I loathe, despise, and hate.
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My Side of the Story Vol. II
PoésieInspired by Eminem and Celia Martiniez This is my story.
