When I was lost, guiding hands gently pressed a couple of papers and an ink-filled pen to my chest and told me to free myself;
When I was lost,
guiding hands gently pressed
a couple of papers and an ink-filled pen
to my chest
and told me to free myself;
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yasminabdr
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twenty - six letters

When I was lost, guiding hands gently pressed a couple of papers and an ink-filled pen to my chest and told me to free myself;

it wasn’t until I watched the words spill out of me in oceans, until I saw every word, every paragraph, every essay,

decorate the mundane pages with all my fantasy worlds, it wasn’t until all my characters were given solace between college ruled lines,

did I realize that the light at the end of the tunnel could be found in millions of combinations of twenty-six letters.

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