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Unfolding thoughts

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These are thoughts I have in my head and feelings that I'm too afraid to express out loud. 

These consist of messages that I have sent or thought of sending to others. Shattering both their hearts and mine. But also helping and uplifting them, though I am being a hypocrite and disregarding my own feelings. 

This is to help those who don't know how to explain the thoughts they have in their heads. The fog, clouding the clarity that is hard to see. The pain in their words, as they have to express how they feel. 

These are letters from my thoughts, being sent from me to myself and to others. To not be scared but to embrace. Not to shy away or hide, but to open up and express. 

I hope you enjoy!!Todos los derechos reservados

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