I keep telling myself it's over and I'm going to lose you any day now like the rest of the people I care about. You and I will be strangers and I can't stand it. Why can't you see me? Am I not good to you? I keep telling myself that over and over again even though I know it's a lie. Please hold me and never let go, I don't want to lose you.
The end.
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Love From Me
Non-FictionA 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...
