I Can't Find The Words

I Can't Find The Words

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Dance Moms
Maddie Ziegler could hear the world around her but she couldn't respond. She couldn't. If she tried it just wouldn't work. Words wouldn't "work". She tried but words just didn't seem to come out. She could hear but she couldn't respond. She just wanted to scream to even it all out. So she kept a journal, and it was found by the family of the girl twenty years after she passed away. This has never been read until now. What you hold in your hands is a journal written before she passed because of her illness. And if she could speak..this is what she would say.
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Something came to Gisselle, when she suddenly crashed into a car while driving, a guy was there, helping her and trying to heal her. She felt something in her hand, she could smell it. She had a flower held in her hand. "Keep it safe, you might need it for luck." The guy's voice was low and mysterious. "What for?" I said, my head felt unconscious and light headed, I felt like I don't remember anything and wanted to throw up because of being light headed. The guy hasn't respond, but I got up to the door and deciding that if I should go home or go to school in the middle of the day. A hand held my wrist, still holding the flower that was in my hand. "Not yet, I'm not done. You have a major bruise on your head, I'll get you some ice." I didn't want ice, I felt like I wanted to go home, but I stayed for a while because I don't know where had my car go or where to exit. How did I get here? What happened? Why am I here? I needed answers, but I guess I'll save it for the last.

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