Words gave her power, they gave her a voice. And she never hesitated to scream in black ink.
Although she screamed through ink, it was not visible to all; her voice could only be heard by those who saw deeper, thought wider...
She waited to be sought out. She would only speak to those who heard. She would only voice out her thoughts to those who yearned it.
She authored for those who felt it.
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