Autumn Day Linda Askenazi Mochon Wandering the Darkness Diana Yaseen Before I knew how to write in the lines of my story I used to wander the empty pages of my book. And I watch as my life unfolds before me, the wonder that is the circus below me. I'm in the audience desolate and alone so I just watch, waiting to be on my phone. I remember a time when I had my sister beside me, as we stood on the outskirts of society. Back then I did not need to be an endless pit of anxiety. Some people think I'm shy, or that I don't have anything interesting to say but they don't know what it takes to live in a world 8
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