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chronic — as if pain had made its home inside me. without asking. without ever leaving. I wake up. I look in the mirror. chronic — the list of medications has grown longer. the visits to the office have become routine. they say there is no cure for it. “you’ll have to learn to live with it for the rest of your life.” chronic — a word. a feeling. a hell. a body. me.
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 9:45 AM UTC
For the Rest of Your Life
chronic — as if pain had made its home inside me. without asking. without ever leaving. I wake up. I look in the mirror. chronic — the list of medications has grown longer. the visits to the office have become routine. they say there is no cure for it. “you’ll have to learn to live with it for the rest of your life.” chronic — a word. a feeling. a hell. a body. me.
not every illness looks alive from the outside.
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elena217
25/F/United Kingdom
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 9:45 AM UTC
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