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On PMDD
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Him Lyrical Poem
There is a stranger in my house,Though I know him well.Great cousin to my Father’s spirit, And mirror to his touch. I know his face, his hands, his feet,But his eyes are like intruders on a hollow night.His heart only pretending to beat.Mouth controlled by some strange power. I remember who he was supposed to…
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On Medical PTSD
In continuation from my failed Spinraza experience. I noticed the effects of PTSD almost immediately but not in waking hours at first. Of course I was grieving the loss of a treatment. I felt like I had lost my future all over again, but that was separate from PTSD. Where it was immediately evident was…
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Mannequin Narrative Poem
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The Quest For an SMA Treatment Part 1
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Nostalgia Lyric Poem
Nostalgia is such a fickle feeling.A delicate flower with razor thorns.Bright enough to draw the eye to its color,But sharp enough to wound if gripped too tightly. It is a dangerous vine to me.It never withers or fades.It seeks to trip the un careful,And lock a person in place. I have learned to prune such…
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Owning a Therapy Dog
It was during a difficult time where my mom suggested that I get an emotional support dog. With nothing else to grab onto for relief, I set to surfing adoption pages and shelter sites for the perfect buddy. I eventually came across two puppies that had been surrendered. I applied immediately for one of them.…
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The Problem With High Pain Tolerance
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Eating Chicken Nugget Stars With Cougars February 19th
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Robots in The Mega Store February 18th
Perspective: 1st person I’m in a mega store with family. It seems like everything is carried here. The front where I somehow remembered coming in had more crafts and decor items, but the further back I go the more it opens up. Everything from antiques to clothes and food have their own respective departments. The…