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Dressing for the doctor’s office. Bare minimum. Aching arms and aching joints. Looking at the road through the thick tears I don’t even realize are falling. Questions on questions. Feeling defensive, perhaps judged. Needles and vials. My blood flows easily, pieces of you in my bloodstream.
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Symphony and I were talking about grief and grief art and an article I had shared with her a while back. This led her to suggest that maybe I have something to say and maybe it could be combined with the screenshots and photos I have compiled. Annnnnnnnd, then because I have ADHD and hyper…
Chaseing Life 