“Slightly battered, deeply bruised, and tired of the
strained days. Certainly she had the right to give up, or give in, to toss out
whatever fight she had left within. But she refused. She knew it a fools fate
to quit after she’d made it this far. And she instead, felt compelled to pick
herself back up. Brush the dust off her spirits, and with the slightest of
smiles, decided that this place, right here, this space is the perfect place to
start this story from. The story of who she could become.”
-
J. Raymond
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