Thursday, March 20, 2014
The Voices In The House
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If you ever wake up and your voice doesn't sound like your own, the only thing left to do, is scream.
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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4 comments:
This is beautiful :)
I usually just cry.
I could relate to this. Most days I refer to it as the "visceral silent howl".
Thank you, this makes it easier for me to cope.
I am screaming.
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