Where’s my voice?

Trapped in the box of solitude, fighting for light surrounded by better days. I refuse to hear the blues. I refuse, to accept that you can’t give me better news. I want to scream until the clouds move. I need to see the sun. My voice needs to be freed from the shadows. Help me find my voice, hidden in the cries of a broken girl. Help me. I lost the will to carry on…

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