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Reunited


Reunited

Unexpectedly reunited with this feeling,
I thought this feeling was dead.
I promised myself that I would never let it catch me again.
I was vulnerable.
I was unprepared.
I did not expect the worst.

I want to feel free again.
I want to do what makes me happy.
Why can't I talk?
Why can't I stand up for myself?
I don't want this to happen again...

One cut for every time I don't speak up.
one, two, three..
Say something.
four, five, six..
Anything?
seven, eight, nine..
Please.
ten, eleven, twelve..
Don't give up.
thirteen, fourteen,fifteen, 
Just make a sound.
sixteen, seventeen, eighteen,
Do something.
nineteen, twenty, twenty-one,
Cry, don't keep it inside.
twenty-two, twenty-three,twenty-four
Confidence is the key.

Believe in yourself..
or this feeling will always find you.

-Belle Rose


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