Long lonely halls

I am wondering some long, lonely halls and corridors at the moment. With a terrible sense of dejavu. 

Everyone is there, no-one knows. They talk about it without knowing. They know so much and so little. A balancing act between the share and over share.

I walked into a bathroom today which was painted a certain shade of pink. I have been in here before I thought and then I looked in the almost full length mirror and remembered. I had gone in there to check my suit before my practical exam, a week or so before I was diagnosed. 

I have support and I want others to have support as anyone effected by any severe illness does. Trekstock is a good one! 

For CB and AJF 

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