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I remember the beatings.
I remember the ignoring looks.
I remember the rude comments.
I remember the police beating me and jailing me for begging for money to eat.
I remember people telling me I would only get drunk or high while I was starving.
I remember people telling me if I just sought Jesus, I would get “real” help.
I remember when the death toll reached 95% worldwide and when my Virologist sister gave me the vaccine made from my blood before she died.
I’ll remember how easy it was to pour the cure down the drain.