My life has been terribly damaged. I want to say ruined, but I resist, because I always hold hope. I have been treated like a supernumerary, invisible and sub-human. Many times felt like dying, but I was damned if I was going to let someone else make that decision for me. My life, such as it is, is mine.
I never knew I could care more about someone else's welfare much more than my own, but I do. Yours.
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