the untold, the unknown, the uncollected

she was once curled up in a ball, stern and stubborn about her dislike for publicizing herself. out of fear. pessimism. self hatred. by all means, the list of excuses for her holding these deprecative comments about her works only piled up into a cloud that hung high above her head, and she held onto it as if it was her only source of oxygen.

and she had an awakening: the worst that the public opinion can do is tell her no.

no, a word that can break one's morale, their esteem, their stability. yet her love for a passion that she held ever since the beginning of time will override it.

and now she expresses the ideas that ran rampant in her head, the ones that were once untold, unknown, and uncollected.

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