Harem-Hippie

A diagnosis that never existed, that is all it took. Thats all it took to set this curse into stone, a curse with no benefit nor cure. Something I could never erase from the storybook of my life, even with the strongest desire to do so. The strongest of wills mean nothing at all to this leech of physical well - being. Once it sinks its fangs in you are merely a shadow of what you were meant to be. A shadow that contorts itself in the dim light for everyone to see, for everyone to judge as it misshapes itself in the light of dawn. or its the shadow that hides in the dark, no one even knowing of its existence. This shadow hinders my view