A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
Author: Pilate Grimm
Contributor
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Hey, this is me talking to you. I am important: I hold your head and protect your spinal cord.
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I found something decaying when I cut myself open, unreadable prints and shapeless body.
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I bled like ink through paper Painted over watercolour Every season, same reason Leaving phantoms, pink fusion
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But like the sun, there is Something elevating About the depression Some perspective above.