I shouldn’t know what it feels like to watch my friends die. I shouldn’t have to choose whether I want to have children or not.
I shouldn’t have to choose what drugs I want to take based on which side-effects I will have to live with. I shouldn’t have to feel guilty for taking a sick day.
I shouldn’t have to think “I feel ugly without hair.” I shouldn’t have to feel like a shitty person for living while my friends are dying.
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