One Of My Biggest, And Most Vivid Fears Is Finding Out That All The Healing Happened Only In My Head.

One of my biggest, and most vivid fears is finding out that all the healing happened only in my head. That reality broke me, and I've just been in a mercy dream.

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Last year I wrote wants rather than resolutions. I liked the piece so this time I sat and wrote whatever came to mind, until I wrote 'end', which felt like a natural place to, well,

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