She found her voice

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 Millions of beautiful words came out from a girl who never intended to write. She just wanted to be heard. Somehow her beautiful words were finally heard by the paper napkins in the restaurants, or the notes in their phone. She didn't even know she could write in a poetic way. Until she shows it out to their friends and then her family. She thought their friends were just being nice so she kept it to herself. Until people started relating to whatever she writes. It made her nothing but happy. It was like a warm feeling that indicates that she's not alone to feel all those feelings. People liked reading whatever she wrote, that's what they say. But somewhere she thinks she can't write something so good for people to like it. It's impossible for that to be true. This thought was eating her up. whenever she picked her pen to write, her hands started shaking. Soon she was scared to even write down her own feelings, scared of those being true. Until the part people started questioning her about her new stories and poems. She realized, sometimes overthinking can make you feel stupid even if everything was perfect. 

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