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Personal space.
I read it out loud, over and over again, the idea of it cold, unwanted.
I looked up at my care worker, she nodded, she wanted me to identify with it, to practise it when meeting new people.
It was as strange to me as the word, 'asperger', that she seemed to pin to my forehead.
Space, Zone, alien.
I didn't want to be here. I never did. Final Frontier,
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