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Erica Rosa Dec 2017
By: E. Rosa

     Everyday, is one day I win against myself. My inner self fights with this demon that holds me down. It physically and mental holds me down. There’s so much driving around my head, ideas illegally driving down my brains interstate, to-do’s running red lights, and my words stuck in a traffic jam unable to move out into your world. My mouth might as well be stitched together. Communication. I’m doing it. Trust me I’m trying to communicate with you.i promise. I  have put together my words to create my thoughts but I’m unable to tell you these thoughts because just as I go to say how I  feel the words that where driving 70 mph daring to get out, are gone!. But I  stop and think once more. They’re back. My thoughts hold the answer. One last try. I go  to talk and it’s incredibly blocked off. Road under construction. Please reroute. I’m defeated. My thoughts stay thoughts because of this condition, this isn’t a set back just another day in my life. . My eyes plead, just wishing you could read my mind. It’s all in there. But you’ll never be able to hear me. I’m trapped inside!

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