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  • Every time I put myself out there, I am less afraid.

    Dearest Reader,

    I am writing to you from under the covers, from behind a mask, an unnoticed spec
    from across the waters, uncharted regions, wandering myself, a nervous wreck

    I am writing to you before the sun rises in a quiet moment of self reflection
    from my childhood of ice cream trucks and dandelion wishes

    I am writing to you of broken pieces, treasured places, lost in space
    from beginning to ends, whipping through time, the one that got away

    I am writing to you from the top of the mountain, gasping for air, calling out loud
    from an unopened letter, scribbled in pen to my brothers and sisters

    I am writing to you from under your covers, an itch, a pulse, a need to be heard
    I am here
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