Once upon a time…

Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to write. However, she refused to pen anything except the truth.

Sometimes… the truth can be dangerous.

For years she struggled to play the game and do the dance. A game with missing pieces and a dance of orchestrated steps.

Like mere excerpts from a play it was ~ An unfinished masterpiece.

The ink from her well… never allowed to finish a chapter, but never disappearing either.

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Her silence cannot be bought. Her soul is not for sale. She will only honor what is pure and right.

How great is the responsibility some of us shoulder for the greater good. How patient we must be.

Soon… Very soon she thinks…

Never will she allow the ink to fall for any other reason, than to help bring hope and inspiration to others. And never will she allow the ink to dry for a lie.