Nonexistence

I have no name and I have no face. 

 I have no form, no person. No abilities, no character. 

 I have no skills. I have no purpose.

I have no circle. I have no connections.

I have no people. I have no support.

I have no roles to play.



All I have are a handful of letters.

I am my disorders, and my disorders are me. 

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