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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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