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These pages hold my life story, my soul the paint to my canvas as I fight to break free.

I sit by the edge of the creek for more days than I can recall, writing every single thought and idea that crosses my mind. Oddly enough, I have managed to keep only one journal. This book holds absolutely everything about me.

Occasionally, when I'm not being attacked by these intrusive thoughts, I find that I can remember to take more things with me. If I can make an effort, I bring my studies with me. I find that I grow in my faith at this little nook of heaven. But, my mind is not always clear.

I have found that these intrusive thoughts suffocate me.

And I cannot seem to stop them.

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