The days when I can’t explain the gentle shivering in my arms and hand, in my calves and my spine, and my eyes. When I don’t know how I am and When I figure that out, I don’t know why I’m sad. These days, I’ve lost the meaning of a straight back, I don’t remember … Continue reading Bad days.
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