I write

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Sometimes my body feels like a cage of broken bones and skin.
And I feel like there are no words to say what I want to say.
So I write
I write the words down.
They flow right out of me like a river.
The flood of emotions I feel are now on paper.
And I feel at home.
My broken bones are slowly mending themselves.
And my body is no longer a cage.
Until next time I feel like
Writing.

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