A Blur in the Photograph

I'm different. Not in the abnormal sense, but something has changed me. I still speak the same language, but not with the same understanding. I've grown, but not sure if I have matured. I was confident and brave, but now I recoil and over-think. The change occurred and I wasn't sure until now. I wanna go back...

Trying to write characters for my stories is difficult now. They are part of me, but so much more than me. Figuring things out seems the best way to handle my block. I'm scared, and I can't tell you what it is.


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