They keep checking on me. Head resting on my feet Paws draped across my lap They’ve been doing bark alerts too Especially when my stillness seems to creep towards forever I never told them But I never have to. They just know. I am not okay. When I was first diagnosed with dissociative disorder four and a half years ago I thought, Okay, that explains…
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