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It is nothing compared to what others must and do suffer. Nothing at all. And yet, it slows me down, makes me catch my breath. It renders me mortal. I don’t mind that. I want my death, when it comes. I want to leave this unkindness of an existence. I am tainted by it. But I won’t hurry it. All of this must be lived through as best as I can.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.