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April (The Steadfast Reader)

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When I wake up in the morning, I hurt all over. It’s like I have the flu, but without the fever and puking. Just an overwhelming ache, and sorrow at surviving another night. I know what you’re thinking: Eunice, we’ve known about your depression for years now. That’s why it’s important that you take your medication. The problem is that the medication doesn’t work anymore. I take it every day and still I hurt. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see my own face. I see a slowly disintegrating thing with dark circles under bleary, unfocused eyes and cracked lips that bleed when they try to smile. ...more
A Cosmology of Monsters
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