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Easy


Opening up like never before, watching the words almost write themselves. How can it be this easy, yet it is. Being able to write down thoughts, feelings, every emotion uninterrupted. At first thinking just keeps me up all night, once written down it easy to see, understand, where my mind is. Answers to problems appear, or problems themself disappear. How enlightening. How empowering. How inspiring. Do other people feel this way? Only one way to find out, do you? I hope you do. The first time my pen hit the paper tears followed. Having to say goodbye to soon proved harder than I could have imagined. It's been years but even now going back and reading those words hurt my heart and make my whole body ache. It's over now, the pain is contained in that paper.

 
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