Coping

When I was younger and alone, I lost my voice. Not even the shadows would listen to me as I struggled to even understand what I needed.

My voice failed me and I was confused.

I didn't know how to even give myself clues.

Then one day I started writing things down.

I found my escape and I was finally found.

When I was a little bit older, I made my own voice. When I write people listen, and while I still find myself locked inside my head, I understand when I write I'm not dead.

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