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The thought of writing how I feel makes my skin burn. My heart races in my chest and it becomes hard to breathe. I used to write every day. The words would flow out in this never-ending stream. I wonder what changed? I wonder why I am so scared to put how I feel into words the way I used to. Will I ever be able to turn feelings into eloquent writing again? The way I used to or at least tried to...
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May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 12:33 AM UTC
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The thought of writing how I feel makes my skin burn. My heart races in my chest and it becomes hard to breathe. I used to write every day. The words would flow out in this never-ending stream. I wonder what changed? I wonder why I am so scared to put how I feel into words the way I used to. Will I ever be able to turn feelings into eloquent writing again? The way I used to or at least tried to...
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May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 12:33 AM UTC
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