27/01/1983 I survived.
my eye is yellow my hair, its dandelion my skin under the light, its a canary. my fingernails are gold.
i am an amber gemstone.


Henry, we have a problem... / What? / Look! This baby is still alive! / It can't be possible! They're all dead! //// I wailed in their arms. I wailed in the surgery room. I wailed as they hurt me.
my life is not easy. It's not just the eye that was deemed wrong. My whole body, how it worked, they said that something was wrong with it. I could've been happy.

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Pub: 13 Feb 2025 13:39 UTC

Edit: 13 Feb 2025 13:55 UTC