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Marked
2022-05-27, 8:14 a.m.

It's like I'm marked with a scarlet “W” on my forehead. People who barely know me or haven't seen me in weeks make the pilgrimage to my desk.

Lately, after paying their condolences they share stories of sick loved ones that passed in their lives.

I understand the concept of what they are trying to do but these stories are horrible.

These people are horrible.

How fucking dare they tell me this stuff.

We are not the same.


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