chemiosmosis.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: June 11, 2008

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‘You do something nice for someone, help them out. And that’s how you keep a person.’

The morning carries a dull heavy blanket noiselessly. This is not your home. You will drift and part and wake up to the noiseless noise of morning, you will ignore the pain in your gut and the sleep in your eyes, you will raise an arm and feel yourself over. ‘I’m still here.’ You will check the time and you will pull the blankets a little tighter, your naked skin simple clean tissue stretched onto a shivering canvas. You will keep your throbbing eyes open, and you will ignore the humming in your head. ‘You are, you are, you’re here.’ Count to three hundred and eleven, all odd numbers, and drag yourself out of bed. You are strong. Clean underwear means a good day. So shed your sleep and shed your pain, and put your clothes on, push your hair back, and brush your teeth. Everyday your fingers are paler, thinner, longer. It’s okay, because this is growth. This is improvement. You are not small. You are a giant, and you can do anything. The mirror lies, you can do anything, and you can be happy. You are not small.


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