new blood ;
SHE WAS feeling something.
That sense of purpose.
It was coming back to her.
It always did, every time she lifted up a pen and scribbled onto a paper, letting her thoughts simply flood out.
Was it her escape? It could be.
But it was definitely working for her.
Word after word, she let the pages be filled up, as her fingers danced and flew freely.
In those moments, she truly felt unlimited.
She liked it.
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