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This incessant, aching state of being unwell touches base me. The clinic charts read, 'perfect health.' My loved ones call me blind. When I know my vessel is saying it's in different circumstances I am sick. But not considered sick enough.
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Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC
Sick, but not sick enough.
This incessant, aching state of being unwell touches base me. The clinic charts read, 'perfect health.' My loved ones call me blind. When I know my vessel is saying it's in different circumstances I am sick. But not considered sick enough.
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Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC
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