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It's solidified now. At times, I'm rather certain I feel nothing at all. But some days, maybe a few times a month, it's there. That touch on my shoulder. The phantom pain of a severed hand of a guiding God that was never there to begin with.
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Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 9:10 AM UTC
January 22nd, 9:10 AM
It's solidified now. At times, I'm rather certain I feel nothing at all. But some days, maybe a few times a month, it's there. That touch on my shoulder. The phantom pain of a severed hand of a guiding God that was never there to begin with.
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30/Non-binary/Orlando, FL
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 9:10 AM UTC
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