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A Note On Sickle Cell: What Helped me Help Myself — A dose of optimism

disengaged. I wanted to be a normal kid, I did grow curious only partly, Some part of me grew to seriously ask myself questions wanting to understand if what people think of me when they look me; like I’m suddenly part of a lower subset of human; as if I have a death sentence; this is the look I find in their eyes.

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