oddly enough, i am here because i can't say anything anymore.
all my words have left me.
i feel like the pile of dead leaves in the yard, the ones from last fall...no longer crunchy and light with the falling but now sodden and withered in various stages of decay-the top faded from the drying out all winter, and underneath a dark soft breakdown, no longer recognizable.
i am lost to myself, and to those i thought knew me.
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