I live like a wounded animal.
In pain, yet responding with hostility and aggression at anyone attempting to render aid, fearing the pain will be made worse with intervention. I choose to live with this pain.
I'd rather live with broken bones, leading to deformity, than endure the pain of resetting. I nurse my own wounds enough so that they are not lethal.
But I am not healed.
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