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Numb to touch pressure under my skin. Electric brush stroke finely pricked. Mind of innocence Petals freshly plucked. Left to adorn shrouding my affliction. Mine to live and lead As partners pass and fade.

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FrancesMarie

25 / Non-binary / Ontario

Published: Mar 2, 2025
LinesWords: 1434

Notes: I am not my infection. I am not my illness. Rejection hurts but it's a learning curve.
Tags: #rejection #herpes #affliction #prick #numb #mind #adorn #shourd #pressure

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