Madame, Monsieur Lune...
I'm just writing this stupid letter out of tradition's sake.
At 16, other girls are throwing wild birthday bashes, getting their driver’s licence, sleepovers - talking to friends, talking to boys... just talking at all.
Here I am, 16, with hysterical mutism, riddled with permanent red rings and dubbed “loser” of my grade.
Give me back my voice, give me back my power... I miss it.
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