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Still Standing
I have always felt that my body was a prison, holding me in my sadness, my loneliness. It hounds me. Some days I wish I could leave it behind. But this body — my body — remains.
Oct. 12-15, 2023
I have always felt that my body was a prison, holding me in my sadness, my loneliness. It hounds me. Some days I wish I could leave it behind. But this body — my body — remains.