She was music.
She sang songs the world never deserved to hear. There was nothing anyone could do to silence her.
Her echo was power.
And you'd be surprised of what her melodies could make you feel.
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"I cannot control how people will take me, I can only control how I take myself..."
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.
