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[poetry] the last resort
If I did this to myself, could you ever forgive me?
May 5
[blog] notes i brought to the doctor who diagnosed me with me/cfs
I brought my cane that day, even though I could’ve walked unassisted. I expected to be given fifteen minutes, tops. I was terrified.
Apr 13
[poetry] you give me a rose
suppose they gave roses for suffering well: suppose it was better the less they could tell.
Mar 23
[blog] girl, with a cane
Remember when you saw your first princess? Her skirts were tulle and glittered like the night sky. They fell about her feet so you’d never know she was walking — she was gliding, floating.
Mar 10
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