For the past months, I have stopped writing. I Stopped because I didn't knew what to write or what should I write. Part of me was lost, and the words that I once thought were my friends became my worst enemy. When everyone else thought that I was sane, I was fighting a different demon in my head, it crawled every night without rest. Whether I am awake or asleep, it never left. Like a monster under the bed, its hands creep in as the day turns into night. And as the darkness began to take over, the louder it got.
I am writing now with the hopes of starting it again, to peace my abilities with the voices in my head. I'm trying to take this one step at a time. Nothing more nothing less.
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