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These are my letters to no one.


Starting at a young age, I've found writing to be a very therapeutic outlet for myself.  I have always held an affinity towards poetry throughout my life, but this interest really began to cultivate at age 13. 

Over a decade later, I still hold this interest and use it as a way to cope with the never-ending noise circling my brain.  These loosely-labeled poems began as little passages scribbled in various journals and in the notes app of my phone, and in early 2020, I decided to transfer them to a low-grade, hopefully untraceable blog. 

The writings encased in here are the rawest form of my brain and heart colliding.  These are direct quotes from the voices in my head, and little to no thought is processed before I hit publish.  

If, somehow, you have discovered who it is that breathes life into these words, I would appreciate your cooperation in confidentiality.  While I have received support from a few anonymous spectators (to which, I appreciate more than anything for your kind words), these are words that I wish to stay in secrecy.  These are unfiltered thoughts, and the most personal thing of me to exist.


Thank you endlessly for the support, I appreciate it more than I could ever express.

- H.

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