how we live together. we live like soldiers but we are far from saviours, we are the echoes of the voices in our heads living shells of the lives we could of led, we stay separate, keep our mouths shut, talk to those they cannot see; dream of being bold of being able to stand up alone, dream we can be; but in the morning we’ll wake again to a knock, wake again in the armour of our diagnosis unable to be more than this
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