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These thoughts are stuck in my mind but I can't find the words to describe them. I need a warm sunny day to get them out of my mind and onto paper. For now, i will try my best to write.

Everyone is sad. For good reasons or no reason at all. We wear masks for the world to see, scared of what others would think if they knew how you felt. The truth is, they are all sad too. If you never show it, how will they know? If you don't tell them, how will you know they also feel how you do? The first step is scary. Stepping into a wide field with no covering. The first step is the hardest and the scariest, but it's also the more relieving.

love, savannah