Forgive Me
‘The closer she looked the more she resented.’
My body no longer feels as though it is mine; my existence no longer feels under my control.
Forgive me. Every sentence I say seems to be uncoordinated, poorly assembled- a reflection of the current broken construction of my mind. The words I string together are fractured and ugly, a puzzle that does not fit together. The act of picking up a pen with…
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