Agony
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Ongoing8m
Last published Mon, Oct 26, 2015
This collection of mostly poems (their may be some short stories to come).
Many are inspired by the feelings and events that have transpired in my so far two year long, and continuing, path of battling with chronic pain.
I hope that all people can find some way to relate. The truth is, whether you have a different source of torment, and/or feel that your's is more severe or more trivial than mine: we are all suffering no matter how one might appear.
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