I don't know what you see in me except that you think I'm like the others.
You're always wanting, but never thinking about how you see things. That's why I love you. I'm trying to get you to think. It's not too hard.
I have to go and wake up. But I don't want to wake up. I want to stay like this forever, in your arms.
Why do you make me tremble every time our lips touch? I feel alive when we caress. Is it not fate? Or am I in over my head?
The end.
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Love From Me
NonfiksiA short anthology about my experiences of being a disabled person living in the 21st Century in Australia. Love From Me is about me having Cerebral Palsy and me coming to terms with it. In retrospect, for people who have known me, you know that I ne...
