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The more you heart gets broken
The longer it takes to fix
And the less likely it is,
That someone is going to stay long enough
To fix it
The longer it takes to fix
And the less likely it is,
That someone is going to stay long enough
To fix it
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Limbs Without Moviments
My name is Melissa, I am a suitor. He liked to pretend disabilities of various types, physical ones were the ones he liked the most: paraplegia, amputations, quadriplegia. I lived alone, at my grandmother's house, she died when I was 21, I was raised by her, my parents died when I was a child. I inherited everything from my family, my grandmother's house, my parents' assets. We were not rich, but we were in good shape and, with my work, I was able to maintain a good condition. I worked in graphic design, was a freelancer and offered my services over the internet, I never had contact with my clients, only by phone, so I spent most of my time at home, pretending to be disabled almost every day. I'm small, about 5.5 ', I was thin, I had long blond hair, green eyes, medium breasts. I had several devices: an electric chair controlled by spin n puff and also with chin control, a manual wheelchair, bandages, crutches. My favorite disability was quadruple amputation along with quadriplegia, I
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Arianna's Accident: Chapter 1
When Arianna awoke, her mind shrouded in a haze of confusion. The world around her seemed distant and muffled, like she was floating in a void. She tried to make sense of her surroundings, but she could only see a starch-white ceiling above her. When she tried to turn her head to see what was around her, nothing happened. In fact, she couldn't even feel her body. She gasped, panicked, except- She didn't. Her lungs didn't respond to the inhale she tried to take. Instead, they filled, and emptied, the rhythm calm, and all without her needing to breathe. That's when she noticed the odd, uncomfortable sensation of something in her mouth. It was smooth and plastic, and coated in saliva. It was thick enough that it propped her mouth open, her lips unable to close around it, and now that she was conscious of its presence, she began to try to breathe against it, unable to passively allow it to breathe for her. She began to choke. "Arianna! Arianna, can you hear me? Just relax." She did
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Care
I could care for you. Like, really and truly care for you. You might think that the operations of the small army of nurses and PCAs who are with you 24/7 constitute Care. I appreciate their work; it is good and necessary. But it is not Care. Care is an art. There's a craft to it. The changing of catheters, range of motion exercises and administration of drugs aren't keeping you alive. They're keeping you Not-dead. Not-dead is good, don't get me wrong. But there is more to living than the flow of food, blood, and waste. Of course, I would keep you not-dead. I like to think I would do better than the majority of loved ones who get roped into these sorts of situations. It wouldn't be a walk in the park. It'd be a lot to deal with, even coming as prepared as I am. All the diapers, health complications, and strangers handling your body. It's not glamorous. But I'd like to be there for everything. Good and bad. And yeah, there's a lot of bad. The lack of spontaneity, pressure sores, medical
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