Love is the Cure
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  • Reads 460
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 29
  • Time 56m
Ongoing, First published Apr 19, 2016
My name is Jackson and I never thought I'd be a catfish, but then again I also never thought that I would develop some kind of lung cancer that held a oxygen tube to my nose and causing me to drag an oxygen tank at my heels. 
I never thought I would have different albums in my phone, each one containing multiple pictures of some guy that guy whose good looks an healthy life I made people on the other side of the conversation believe i was. Getting to choose who you want to be that day was great maybe I'd have black hair and coffee brown eyes maybe blonde hair blue eyes. 
In really life I have black hair and blue/green eyes the only flaw was the two nubs poking into my nose allowing oxygen to my lungs.
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