she hears the fan, its always aimed at her. her cat is sleeping a few feet away from her. her fingers tremble as she types. she knows people don't like her writing. yet all the comments she gets makes her heart flutter. her room is dark, beside the light radiating from her closet. she can almost hear her heart.
thump. thump. thump.
she puts the phone down and shuts her eyes. she breathes.
in. out. in. out. in. out
her cat stretches letting out a yawn. she would pet her but her hands are shaking.
she picks up her phone and types.
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