this has nearly killed me but simultaneously saved my life in pure spite of myself. i am an ouroboros constantly straining to break the cycle that’s been instilled in me since i was a child. i always see people say that our passion is what makes this condition special. it’s too much yet not enough. but i hope there is a place in the world for me, an unhuman creature, fighting to relate and understand (or be understood) and speak. maybe i shouldn’t get my hopes up
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