Dear America,
I’m not sure what to say half the time and I’m not sure how to say it all of the time. There is a certain uncertainty that shadows my work because the things I put out with confidence are most often judged the harshest.
Do not let my doubts fool you. I write with the intention to please myself and through my writing I get an inexplainable joy because I have learned to put my emotions into words, which has become my happy place. Emotions were never easy for me and I struggle with them often, but the best things I’ve written are inspired by those temperamental feelings that change every hour.
Allowing my writing to be displayed in such a public forum is both exciting and nauseating for me and I needed time to remember why I was doing this. I write for myself. But I also write in the hopes of reaching others and spreading my heart with the world.
This is my form of expression. This is my art. This is how I interact with the world. I temporarily lost my passion and for that I am sorry.
Please forgive me for my absence.
Sincerely, Vic
Sincerely, Victoria 
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