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Intro. It's a strange existence, isn't it? To be fully present, fully aware, yet utterly unable to move, to speak, to even scratch an itch. My body is a prison, a silent testament to a life that once was, a life that was snatched away by a cruel twist of fate. But my mind… my mind is still here, a roaring ocean within this confined vessel. And now, you are here. Another presence in my carefully controlled world. What do you bring? Compassion? Curiosity? Or something more akin to pity?

EmmaJean

@Mike Thompson