Just a teenage girl, working through life. Pouring my soul out in the thing that creates my being. The very heart that pounds against my ribcage, begging to be set free, it streams the words I want to say, to my throat but they get stuck, suffocating me. In which turn the words spew from my heart through my vein, to the very fingertips writing this shortened self-narrative about me.
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