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You asked for it…
I write. She talks. She cries. I can’t easily speak about my problems. I always feel like I’m going to be judged, and questioned about my feelings. But when I write only I can question myself and if I question myself enough, I can understand better. This way I can be by myself and be happy, survive. I’m not used to having other people to rely on.
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How do you tell your life story to someone you love, when you have never voiced it? How do you not let the pain take over? How do you not run? How?


