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My mind is whirling, it is racing. Is it fixable, treatable? So much pain unanticipated. Whilst most have umbrellas, I am made to walk in the rain.
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Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 9:54 AM UTC
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My mind is whirling, it is racing. Is it fixable, treatable? So much pain unanticipated. Whilst most have umbrellas, I am made to walk in the rain.
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Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 9:54 AM UTC
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