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Daily Dose of Medicinal Memes

Daily Dose of Medicinal Memes

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To cure the cancer caused by Jacob Sartorius (the salty mancub). If you suffer from a rare type of brain cancer, CYBFS (Chronic "Ya Boi" Fangurl Syndrome, please read on to be cured. Even if you haven't been infected yet, read anyway to prevent future infection. Think you or someone you love is infected with CYBFS? Below are the symptoms: -obsessively defending Jacob Sartorius on Instagram - laughing at Jacob's snapchat story -buying Jacob's song, "Sweatshirt" -just being a fangirl, in general (If you are a fangirl, please don't leave hate... please)
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.

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