By J.N.B. © 2018
Why was I one to be strapped to this board, against my will, fighting, struggling to get away.
Why was I one, unable to defend myself, to be subjected to that fierce horror of the blade.
Why am I one who never got to experience all that I was meant to experience -- never to feel in a way I was meant to feel.
Why am I one who must live with the consequences of another's action upon my body.
Why am I one who battles the knowing, and the unknown, all at once.
Why am I one told to let it go. To man up. Told it doesn't matter.
Why this board.
Why this way.
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