Something about me:
I'm a person. I am constantly under attack from pain in my feet and legs.
I used to be a man. A working man. A healthy man.
Now I'm in a prison.
With walls made of skin and nerves.
With an electrical system gone haywire.
Never having met my accuser, judge or jury
I live my life in prison.
My family comes to visit me.
There's a clear wall between us
but we can see and hear each other.
A touch is there as well.
But there is a clear wall between us.
Thanks for listening.
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