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Apr 2020
I wrote on my arms
And thighs
And neck
And stomach
And chest
And legs
Until the whole of me was covered in my feelings.
I could not speak a word
And so I wrote them.

Now I write on paper
On the canvas
On my nails
On the computer
On books
Until the whole of my life is reflecting my feelings.
I cannot speak a word
And so I write them.
5 months clean. Slowly I learned to channel my urges into healthier outlets. I still think about it a lot tho. Will it ever go away?
Written by
Corrinne Shadow  20/F
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