Posted on December 19, 2019
by Brianna H.
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There for awhile, I couldn’t remember what my voice sounded like. Not my physical voice, per say, but the voice I wrote with and used to broadcast who I really was. It was almost as if some essential piece of myself was tumbling, lost…
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