Session 1A Poem by ExposedSirenIn which a hard decision was made long before I knew it was a choice.
I feel myself fading, day by day
Watercolor boundaries slowing fading away I feel like all the lines I would never have crossed have taken form... I play jump rope with my own rules, and sometimes run from my own storm... Finding out the amount of medicine I need to stay above the sea I have created truly terrifies me.
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Added on May 29, 2021 Last Updated on June 3, 2021 Author
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