You know, that gets me thinking. I haven't seen my good friends turkey-kin, duck-kin, and chicken-kin since about October. Wait a minute here! I'm not so sure I like you...
You misunderstand...I was never formally diagnosed with schizophrenia, but for the longest time I thought I was pure turkey-kin, and that painful, overstuffed feeling inside me was normal. But as I entered the tenth year of consecutive seasonal depression, I began to realize that my troubles were due to two unrecognized entities inside me fighting for control...upon further study (surfing the Internet) I came across some support websites (foodnetwork.com) and discovered that their identities were Duck and Chicken.
Since then I have been content, although the seasonal depression still persists in the form of paranoia. I am persecuted wherever I go, both by the greedy and those who feel my phenotype is not worthy of gracing their table. But I know who I am now, and that is enough.
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Since then I have been content, although the seasonal depression still persists in the form of paranoia. I am persecuted wherever I go, both by the greedy and those who feel my phenotype is not worthy of gracing their table. But I know who I am now, and that is enough.
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