Incurable

Lauren Klitzke
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read

The reports trickled in slowly. First, it was whispers between strangers on the bus. Then it was all friends could talk about over their evening cocktails. It was stealthy in the way it took over our lives until you couldn’t turn on a TV or log into Facebook without hearing the latest news. The disease swept our country until almost no one was unaffected.

It was a disease that had plagued humans for as long as we can remember. It has come and…

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I had anxiety about coming. I hid behind the cheese tray. I made it awkward. {poet. storyteller. day dreamer. awkward soul} laurenklitzke.com

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