again, it haunts me.
I exist: a collection
of past histories.
to be detached here.
my brain remains stained:
a thin film of sepia, still, 42 more words
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Watch them, and you’ll see it for yourself: a child or adult, with autism or another disability, holding hands with a parent or other caretaker as they walk together. 727 more words
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Last week, I talked about taking a long, hard look at life and making some decisions to simplify what had become a very full plate. 953 more words
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Not sure why,
but I am compelled to cook this body.
As my skin pinks, I feel
my thoughts leaving -
squeezed out in beads of sweat. 367 more words
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After the last post , which laid in bare, the desperation and neediness I showed towards Reba, the girl I supposedly thought I fell in love with. 837 more words
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