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A poem about how pain can feel like it takes over your identity. Written in a flare. Any Spoonies who can relate, please make yourself known in the comments!

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I’m scared.

All my life, I have never feared being creative. As a woman and now as a resigned member of the disabled community, I am passionate about rights, and standing up for those to weak to fight for them. Sadly, in recent years I have joined their number – after so many months of fighting just to make it through a day without contorting into the foetal position, I have become too tired to feel in any way effective.

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