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I write sometimes and go to Spelman. I write sometimes and feel invincible. I write sometimes and feel like the smallest thing in the room. I write sometimes and feel powerful. I write sometimes and feel like I've escaped the world. I write sometimes and feel the weight of my world laying across my entire body. I write sometimes and face my truths. I write sometimes and fall into a fictional world. I write sometimes and feel myself growing, expanding --- ready to combust into a gaseous burst of letters and punctuation.