Words circle round and round, till someone brave enough comes along to put pen to paper.
Stand me on a battlefield with a sword in my hand and a purpose in my heart, and I am at peace. Place me in a room with even one hypocrite shouting 'Amen' while evil brews in their heart and I shall run for yon door.
Sorry wrapped around her cocconing her in a blanket of dispair. When the pain ebbed, she emerged with wings she never she had, then... she flew
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