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    To myself, I am duality. I am both movement and stillness. I am inability and capability. I am independence and need. Hardness and softness. I am… Read More
    To myself, I am duality. I am both movement and stillness. I am inability and capability. I am independence and need. Hardness and softness. I am both pain and pleasure, numbness and feeling. One would think in a broken body, I am less. But I am so much more because I'm broken and forced to piece myself back together and to promise myself to live fully for as long as my soul lives in this beautifully broken body. I've been forced to face myself, to feel it all and to love myself through it all. I am not a whole being in the eyes of most, even though we are held down by the same gravity and breathe the same air. I feel held down a lot more than everyone else, but I try to think of it as being anchored. A sign that my existence is solid; necessary. Confirmation that I'm still here for a reason. It's confirmation that I'm still a whole human being and I refuse to minimize that fact. Read Less
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