Write 6/2

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Shaking, I picked up my favorite pen. I closed my eyes, feeling my entire body ache. My pen gently touched the white lined paper. One simple word shot from my brain, to my heart, flowing through the tips of my fingers.

write.

And so I did. I wrote until tears fell from my eyes, My body was nearly convulsing. I was gasping for air. My body was numb, I was numb.

When my tears fell to the paper, they washed out the words I could never quite get the courage to say.

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