I am not protesting, I don’t carry a sign, and I am not burning my bra for you or anyone else; hell no, I am not going back!
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I have no idea how I will do that - they say baby steps, one day at a time… maybe that is a start I have been holding my breath for so long it will not be easy; but it should not be hard either. To allow joy back into my life, to find what makes be happy for now it will need to be one word at a time.
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They looked at each other for a moment or two; she knew what he wanted, it showed. She leaned against the wall, never taking her gaze off him. He was talking and pacing, saying things about her, all the while getting closer; she thought she was enticing him towards her.
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When she spoke, she didn't speak with gracefulness or with a smooth flow of words. Her speech was always choppy and broken up. She struggled with words, not because of an impediment of any kind but because it was so much easier for her to be silent. Ah! Silence, a pause, a rest. Keeping her lips resting on top of one another, her tongue resting behind her lower teeth, it was one of her favorite things to do. She didn't need to struggle trying to get her point across, or explain herself to anyone, and lastly, she didn't have to respond to anyone speaking to her.
