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May 2021
I have folded up into myself

It was not a sudden, triggered shift

It was gradual
Painstakingly gradual

I was forced to sit idly by as I watched parts of myself begin to disappear and my voice evanesce and my mouth draw itself shut.

Now I grieve the me we all used to know
And love

I'm still here?
Written by
Reese Weiden
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