as a child i was loud, proud and unapologetic about my opinions. extroverted and unafraid and yet somewhere along the way the words became caught in my throat. i think too much before i speak and then say nothing at all. i cocoon myself beneath my blankets creating a wall between me and outside eyes. i've become a secondary character in my own story and i don't know how to pick up the pen again.
@brokenso
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