Salvation

How amusing it is that a petite body and mind of her can encase a prodigious amount of emotions voluntarily or not and still manage to carry a facade of normality. 

Her thoughts managed to stay in her soul until she carefully yet freely let them cascade over her drooping shoulders and onto the paper. The minute she held the pen, she simply let all her delicacies out, carefully engraved with the beauty of words. 

She in every sense is a fighter. A fighter with her bespoke weapon; a pen. She fights the societal taboo, the misogyny, the chauvinistic stereotypes, fights for her love, for her life; fights all these alongside battling her own inner labyrinth of thoughts. Her every battle begins with the unwavering flow of ink just like how the world begins with her vaginal flow. 

She is as soft as cotton, as fierce as a thousand flames, as calm as the sea before storm, as clear as a stream and as twisted as a pretzel. 

Who is she you ask? Well, she's a writer with a mind and soul.

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