Silent Screams
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Last published Fri, Oct 7, 2016
This is a reboot of "A day in the life of me." One less centered around a boy, and one focused on me, my struggles, my thoughts, my life.
It's here I will give you - the reader - a glimpse into the locked away part of my brain I have tried so hard to keep away. It was by suggestion of a therapist that I try to write about it, as I enjoy writing.
Please no hate, because it's unbearably hard to write this, to let myself be free of the mask, the suit, and the facade, and I just want to feel a little more free and a little less dead... Okay? So here it goes...
Love and Rockets - With all my love,
Bry.
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