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"Write the book", she said (the character in my head)
"I've been waiting for ages to be on the pages while you waste away in bed"
But I don't even know your name
I can see you, and you haunt me
You stand on the porch of that awful home
Dirty, afraid, and alone
Willing to come away with me
Still I leave you for dead
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Listen
If you find you cannot speak
When the words just will not come
Stare down doubt reflected in the mirror
Choose who you will and won't become
Your thoughts create your feelings
Your feelings become your truth
The mirror is a pretty pond
But self worth will be your roof
Build the house of your soul strong
To keep safe amid the storm
But when others knock, let them in
For they will make your house a home
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