I tried writing to release what was trapped inside in the past.

My mom broke into the locked box I hid the book in, then broke the lock on the book.

I found out the day after when she ordered me to change her bed for her, and found copies of my writings under her mattress.

I burned the copies and original in secret, and neither of us has mentioned it since.


Long story short: writing it and it being discovered broke me more than keeping it hidden in my soul and mind.

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