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disorderdconduct:

When you are sitting in a doctor’s office and realize the doctor made up his mind about you and your illness long before he ever met you—and is certain you just need a some nice antidepressants to cure your CFIDS/ME, Fibro, Lupus, Vasculitis, SJS, IBS, Hashimoto’s, RA, or other (forgive me for not listing) autoimmune disorder that takes more than five seconds to diagnose. Or you never even make it to the doctor and only get a PA, who does the same thing.

Don’t kiss me during the fireworks. Kiss me after and give everyone else something to look at once chaos has passed. Don’t kiss me when you don’t know what else to say, kiss me when that’s all that needs to be said. Don’t kiss me at all the right times, kiss me mid sentence because my lips were moving, and you were jealous of the air because they weren’t moving on yours. Don’t read up on old fairy tales I don’t want a fairy tale. I want real and in the moment. So kiss me when you’re up in flames and about to burst. Kiss me when the tears are doing all the work. Kiss me hard and kiss me good.
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