She was broken, and she was lost,
Blinded by the walks of life before her. 
Too scared of the power the world possessed, too impatient with the imperfections of humanity. 
Unwell in every way, each day dragged her further into the abyss of hell where she belonged. 
Her mind stuck. 
Her thoughts screaming. 
She picked up the sword, the one that possessed her words, and fought. 
She fought for the life she never had, and she wrote. 
               -mintea
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 I have a lot of passion and infatuation with words and I hope I can make you feel that way too💞