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disordered

we, all of us, all these kids who make lists and count, count doorknobs and bus stops and fenceposts and cars on the highway and scars and broken bones and illnesses we make lists and reasons and categorize categorize, organize, memorize we know, we KNOW how many steps it takes to get to the mailbox the bus stop the garage and the car we count the steps to putting on shoes 1. pick up shoe 2. open 3. pull on 4. tie we remember the things everyone tells us to stop worrying about like we don't KNOW that the weight of this big big world doesn't rest on us alone and that turning the lock three times doesn't lock it tighter that going right sock right shoe, left sock left shoe isn't gonna make things better in the long run we KNOW we know we've got everything categorized and memorized and then people have the audacity to say our mental states are disordered
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kay-p
26 / Non-binary / American
Published
Feb 28, 2015
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#illness#mental#disordered
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