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Cornbread

Celebrating the wars I’ve won and the ones I’ll always win.

I don’t really eat much, but today I’m going to dig in.

And for those that thought for a while I had lost my mind, I’ll say you’re right but I’m about to lose it again for the cornbread in sight.

Going to celebrate with the family, moments you couldn’t buy with money.

First Thanksgiving in awhile where a mental disease wasn’t living in my head rent free.

This year, I’m going to be stuffed – but finally without one of usual sides of constant anxiety.

The time has come so I need to get cornbread if you’ll excuse me.

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