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Ode

Ode

To the nights where the only thing I did was jot down angry words on a poor notebook that hadn't seen it coming

To the days where it felt like my voice was caught in my chest, so instead, I wrote.

To the afternoons spent exhaling and inhaling so deeply I thought I might never stop those breathing exercises

To poetry, for getting me through all of those times.

and to beautiful words, with their ability to string together all of the thoughts I was unable to say out loud

for without them, I could not be who i am. I could not be who i yearned to become

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