Her Word(5)

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She read her books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.

She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape
It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me.
That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the words too fondly to be fearful of the night.

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