Hi. I'm Obsidian Sam. 🖤
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‎I stopped writing once.  
‎Life said "not now," so I listened.  
‎I spent years living in other people's stories - as a student, as a fangirl, as everyone but a writer.  
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‎All my words lived in notepads. Pages and pages I never had the chance to post.  
‎Then the silence got too loud. The girl I buried clawed her way out of the ashes.  
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‎Obsidian means volcanic glass: made by fire, made by pressure.  
‎That's what the pause gave me. I didn't break. I became this.
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‎This is my first story as her. As me.  
‎The first one that leaves the notepad.  
‎And of course I'd start with a ghost. 😭
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