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What needs to be said,
I cannot say.
What needs to be written,
I cannot write.
So many times, I’ve tried. So many times I’ve written it all down. The words falling easily onto paper. But paper can be burned, words not uttered can be denied.
These words of mine, they swim in my head, relentlessly. I own them, and it seems, they also own me.
So I write them down, again and again. The phrasing changing slightly, but the story is always the same. It helps to do this. Gaining a measure of peace.
These are not the words, this is as close as I can come to touching them. This is as as close as I can come to releasing them.
No longer would they rule me, this I know. For now though, this will suffice.
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Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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