i love how i'm the leper people are afraid to touch.
there are whispers of my unemployment sickness.
those who did not talk to me before, now will not even look at me.
those who looked but did not talk, tilt their head down when i walk by.
i'm the diseased girl on her way out.
no one wants to grow emotions for me.
i'm almost dead.
*thank god for monty python.
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