What A Time

What a time to be alive
What a time to be alone
What a time to question what I had been taught at home
I strip off the armor I’ve carried all of my life
I don’t need it anymore
I feel naked and I’m free
I don’t know how to be me without the chaos
Imagine that
Starting from scratch
I sit in silence and feeling extremely uncomfortable because silence is something I’ve never had

Angelica

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