Here I am. About five years ago I aspired to be a writer, but drastic changes came into my life like they do to everyone. Torn between who I am in my mind and who everyone else sees, i can't be at peace. I have no friends with whom my heart can intertwine. This is who I am. Someone. A no one. Existing but not living; forever fighting back my tears and anger. I have lost hope of what could be but my faith is still here. Against all odds I will rise above what once defeated me. I am deprived, but no more. My voice shall come like the roaring thunder. All shall hearl; all shall fear... a little dramatic? Maybe.
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