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i remember when i used to write.
my heart and soul would just explode as soon as my hands had access to a keyboard.
and now, even for the smallest things i struggle.
this world, this girl, has been muted.
it is the saddest thing.
i used to have so much to say.
even if if was the silliest,
or the most mundane, at least
there was some thing, some
bout of words about my day.
but now........ silence.
i miss the noise.
my heart and soul would just explode as soon as my hands had access to a keyboard.
and now, even for the smallest things i struggle.
this world, this girl, has been muted.
it is the saddest thing.
i used to have so much to say.
even if if was the silliest,
or the most mundane, at least
there was some thing, some
bout of words about my day.
but now........ silence.
i miss the noise.