Why is it, when presented with the opportunity to speak my mind, I don't and my words die out just as they're on the tip of my tongue?
And why is it, when given the chance to write my thoughts, whether it be on a notebook or a computer, I don't hesitate and the words never seem to stop?
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Pieces Of Me [an online journal of sorts]
Non-FictionA collection of rants, confessions, and relatively-short entries in which I explain why I'm a horrible human being.
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