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I started life a little late,
A story I've carried with me.
I couldn't read till I was eight.
wore masks,
built to protect me.
My scattered brain,
with jumbled words.
The pictures moved so fast,
I tried to catch what most would see,
but stumbled in the dark.
About the Creator
Kiana Carda
“I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.” —Flannery O’Connor
Taking moments I disappeared, and unlearning all my fears.
Still finding my voice, happly learning out loud.
Would love any feed back x
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