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I write because I am an emotional quadriplegic , living in my mind , so disconnected from my physicality that I often forget to breathe .

I write because , emotionally paralyzed , I need help picking the scabs from my scars .

I write from this self-imposed iron lung to touch , and be touched , in the only way that means anything to me .

I write to give meaning to this isolated existence .

I write to not be numb .