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Sicker


They ask why I wear so many bandages. I have one on my hand, one on each foot, one on my nose and forehead, and one over my heart. They ask why I drink cough syrup when I don't have a cough. Why do I take NyQuil when I don't have a cold? Why do I take my temperature when I don't feel hot? They ask why I wear torn band tees. They think their music is unacceptable. To me, their music is a survival guide. They ask so many questions, but never listen to the answers. If they all stopped asking, maybe they'd realize we're all Sicker than we really thought.
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