So I complained. Raised my voice. Against you.

Against you snatching that one person in my life.

And what did you do?

Stole my voice.

So typical.

The one thing I had.

But don't worry.
I can still write.

I have that with me. Within me.

This is not to protest against you.

I'm just trying to figure what you're doing.

Let me know once you're done.