Thoughts and Reflections of the Neurodivergent

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  • Supporting Role 

    I am his shiny piece of shit  In his world, where I don’t fit  I bend I bow I know I must  Cater to his every lust  More and more he takes from me  While he disregards my pleas  When… Continue reading

  • Is it cancer?

    I get up, I groan I stretch What was that? My neck felt tight. Come to think of if it I was really tired yesterday Guess it wasn’t my period or lack of water at work But what’s that ,… Continue reading