Getting to Know Myself

The words stumble out of my mind and gather themselves on paper.

I write because I cannot control it.

This is fluid.

As breathing or walking is natural, so is my pen to pad.

I look down and my deepest secrets are exposed in sweet cursive.

No longer locked away tight, no longer sealed and forgotten.

This is the best way I know to introduce myself... to myself.

 

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