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don't call it a sickness. don't call it a cure. my heart may be broken but i know it works and who are you to tell me what it beats for? there's a disease that you keep reinventing. i won't respect you when you can't accept me or the problems that you conveniently ignore. because i'm a human being. i am not a condition. fuck you and fuck all your predispositions.i'll sing this loud until i lose my voice. it's a matter of fact not a matter of choice. it's a fact of life not a matter of choice.

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