She would write a poem, but would never publish it.
She would write a song, but would never sing it.
She would imagine a new world, but would never create it.
She thought: “Surely, I am not a poet or a songwriter, or a glorious Creator.”
She thought she was just a confused mind, that was poking its way through the web of someone’s expectations.
She was wrong.
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