Stuck
I slowly surface from the depths of slumber and I’m greeted by a bright, playful sunlight. It strokes my skin and warms my yawning heart. Today feels like a good day. I slowly turn and feel the heat turn to…
Tag: autism
The Precipice of War
I stand at the precipice of war with a rusted armour too fragile to protect; it causes more pain than protection. But fight I must. The battle has started and bravery is required, else I remain within the towers of…
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social themes
Just, maybe
I feel like I haven't grown up. LIke I'm stuck at a point in my childhood and it's just my body that is ageing.
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social themes