The pain never goes away. It follows me everywhere I go. Sometimes it leaves me alone but soon comes knocking at my door. I do not let it in. Now the pain is banging on my door. I still do not open.
The pain bangs louder and harder. I start to sweat and panic. It continues to bang and scratch at my door. To exhausted to hold the door shut any longer, I let the pain in once more.
Writing is my therapy.
Writing brings sunshine into my day.
Creating a community.
Creating a place for growth.
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