Open Letter part 1

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Sandra dropped the pen. Her breath trembling. She picked up the paper. Clearing her throat she begin to go over the lines. One at a time. Slowly.
‘To the world’
One breath.
‘I speak to you now
Not as those you have spoken for
But for the one me
That needs to be expressive.’
A second breath.
‘What you see here
Standing before you
It is not the same me
That entered this world.
This me is more sad
More spiteful
More angry
More obsessive.’

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