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there’s something about trauma to the mind, body and soul. One day your normal and the next your different; you don’t know what changed but you know nothing’s the same and all of a sudden you are learning to adapt yourself to the same environment with a whole new outlook. I guess you realise your not invisible and every aching bone bleeds it’s sorrow through anguish in your movements. One day it’ll get easier, because I’m telling myself it will and that’s the difference between becoming a pioneer through this disaster when all thought I’d be a slave to pity.
