Delving Into My Identity as Gray

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Sometimes Sometimes writing is too much. Sometimes it is so heavy, I can barely move my pen. It hurts too much- it’s gathered the burdens of many, the cries of thousands and brought them all to me, for me to be their voice. It hurts so deeply. It makes me live lives that aren’t mine, see things I shouldn’t, hear things I wish I hadn’t. Writing knows no privacy.. It has a good heart though. It only seeks to educate, to connect. I cannot properly be a voice for someone until Writing has taken me to them and forced me to feel what they feel, to see the treacheries they do. Once I have wept their tears, I can write their words. Sometimes writing is not enough. Sometimes it takes me away as before, but I arrive only to find that there are no words. I see and feel, hear and even touch, but…words would only belittle and cheapen. Sometimes less is enough. Like a caring hand reaching for yours in the overwhelming silence, Sometimes even less is too much.
Stay What does one say just before jumping off a cliff?… There are all of the words, so there are no words. I’ve been putting this out of mind for days, but…here we are. Here we are. I’m peering over the edge into blackness below I’m afraid. But I think I’m more afraid of myself than the decision itself… How will I react short term? Will I flail? I’m still so tired from last time… Why do I even have to say that, “last time”. Average people my age don’t have to say that- they don’t have “last times”. Most people don’t jump twice.
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