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This Thanksgiving, I’m thankful to be alive. I have spent most of my life waiting to die. Every year, I’m not sure if I’ll survive, But somehow, with a little luck, I scrape by. I’ve purposely lost weight to keep myself thinner, Hoping to keep myself from being frozen. It has worked, because I haven’t become dinner. I’ve been lucky enough to never have been chosen.

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