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Look, Raven. There must be life. Or there must be death. But we, poeple with Myalgi E./Playing-Dead-Syndrom, we are always between life and death. The days I am alive I want to make love, the days I have to go back to Hades and perceive myself (deadl ...

#pwME_ unworthy of Hades

what to say, if you are assigned a psychiatric hospital after years of physical multi-systemic illness with the main feature of inflammation of the central nervous system and dysfunction of the immune system? One lies with a moderate-high grade ...

Eclat_Your cigarettes

  Actually your most faithful companions. Otherwise you too: unaccompanied. I remember the years: urgent speech shrouded in smoke, haunting speeches, that fills the calendar. A reach for the stars, you too. But then, how come ...

Eclat_roommate_table

table, slowly you become a little fish. scaled, on which I lay down, Garden of my little creation: Nothing solid. Dried ear of corn, a book, my tired head. You are a surface, which I heartily embrace with my arms ...

Amour Box_ about the pain

To this singular tremendous pain, which I thought was unique, new pains and annoyances have gradually come at last, caused by other people or interactions. I'm happy, that the pain turns into a swamp ...