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It came back. After all my attempts against, and all my fiercely believed immunity, it came back Surrounded me with instinct-clear, instant-clear physiological reaction that told me in the wordless way the body talks to the concious mind: this is true. Aristotelian resilience against a story with no winners or happy endings. And then it left again, as it always does. As It should be. A wake of hardly remembered pain, and some fuzzy ideals holding me together, barely worth the name.
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Jul 22, 2022
Jul 22, 2022 at 9:48 AM UTC
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It came back. After all my attempts against, and all my fiercely believed immunity, it came back Surrounded me with instinct-clear, instant-clear physiological reaction that told me in the wordless way the body talks to the concious mind: this is true. Aristotelian resilience against a story with no winners or happy endings. And then it left again, as it always does. As It should be. A wake of hardly remembered pain, and some fuzzy ideals holding me together, barely worth the name.
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26/Costa Rican
Jul 22, 2022
Jul 22, 2022 at 9:48 AM UTC
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