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Dec 2017
Most days
The conversation gets caught in my throat and the words are forced out in spurts and sputters
But today
With you
The conversation was like rolling hills
The words came bubbling out of my belly and syllables rolled off my tongue like warm rays of sunshine
Written by
Willow Rae  15/F
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