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I've been withholding from writing for a long long time
and today, while looking in the mirror I found a reason why
Writing comprises a find yourself face to face to- an encounter
which penetrates, which dislocates, which disorganises
every fiber of this what I call be-ing
To encounter one must sense oneself
one must be reconciled to one's identity
To encounter is to recognise the reflection
I'm all blank pages and a full heart
How to fit all the pieces?
To write is to open wounds that I will only be able to heal by writing...
How will I know when to stop?