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I tried my best to hold the family together, when the seams began to tear I held on desperately to the loose threads. I gave up my voice for the strength to hold these threads together. Over time my thoughts that took form as words Eventually dissolved back into just thoughts and remained in my head. The bad thoughts rotted me away and my voice has lost all character and emotion, it takes a special person to drag those things out of me. My most precious parts are my most fragile so I do my best to keep them from harm, but I still have the habit of giving them away too easily. With every twinge in my heart the more the walls began to grow, I feel lonely but its because there are so many people around. Hopefully over time my thoughts will take form again and I can get them out, see my happiness hasn't seen sunlight in a while. The only person who sees my importance is me and its a real crap thing when your confidence in yourself is six feet under, gasping for breath. Because you told yourself it'd hurt less if it was stomped out while alive so you dont have to go through the pain of it dying again. My hands shake because I hold my own future, I don't want to look because I'm afraid of what it may be. One foot after another with each shaky step the small importance in my hand grows brighter so I grasp tighter, its all I have to prove my worth and I won't let anyone tell me otherwise.