There is one piece of writing that was difficult for me to read. By "to read", I mean in the literal sense of being able to read it out loud. Stopping, not being able to move forward, knowing what is coming next and not being able to face it. It was a letter that was about my childhood. Although extremely personal, it was an entirely new experience reading. Maybe this is only something that can happen when you are "reading yourself".
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