Whatever you say,

does it really matter?

Adults in sickness

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We are not ourselves when we are sick.  We function at the most basic level, are ugly, miserable, and all our ordinary charms that seem to come so naturally to us fall away, and more than anything else, we resemble either ourselves as children, crying for a drink of water, or our parents on their deathbeds, mumbling a prayer.  Too weary to keep up the brittle artifice of our self, we shed it, like the locust, and become, in public, the sad and inconsolable adult that we so often are in private, which is to say: our true self.

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Author: Michelle

Just a woman finally finding herself!

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