I stopped writing.
I crave to write again.
It used to be so beautiful when I'd explain my pain. A moving mental picture.
Of course, I couldn't breathe at the time. So the words fell out of my fingers.
But now I can breathe. And so I'm afraid if I start writing again, my body will forget how to breathe again.
I know what you're thinking. This time it will be different. But you don't know me. I tend to fall back into cycles even after moving oceans away.
I crave to write again.
It used to be so beautiful when I'd explain my pain. A moving mental picture.
Of course, I couldn't breathe at the time. So the words fell out of my fingers.
But now I can breathe. And so I'm afraid if I start writing again, my body will forget how to breathe again.
I know what you're thinking. This time it will be different. But you don't know me. I tend to fall back into cycles even after moving oceans away.
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