My pain was on display, loud and ready for anyone to view it. In my quest to become bigger, I’d become pain performed. I’d become voiceless and small. Infinitesimally, microscopically, impossibly small.
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Image by Duane Michals
My pain was on display, loud and ready for anyone to view it. In my quest to become bigger, I’d become pain performed. I’d become voiceless and small. Infinitesimally, microscopically, impossibly small.
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