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My Disease


My disease is spreading. Mothers pull away their children. People look at me and sneer, as if they know everything about me. And everything is wrong. They say I’m cursed, that I’ll burn for eternity. They think their words will cure me. They only drive the disease further, encourages it to spread. They think their hate will stop me. They don’t know a thing.
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ebrazel2014

I'm a self-published author, won NaNoWriMo 2012, planning to try Camp NaNoWriMo 2013 and other future NaNoWriMo's.

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