Trapped in a living hell, she turned to what she did best: writing.
It was as if she were building a new world, fueled by her pain.
With every word she wrote, she was bleeding ink and crying words, telling her stories through a different lens.
Her poetry and song-like writing became her way of speaking in code.
She's been failed by people in her life. When she cried for help, no one ever stopped to listen, let alone help her. It was her against the world.
Yet, she found a strange comfort in the gift of writing, because through her words she finally found her audience and discovered a true sense of connection.
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A lot of poetry are indeed a code and some sort of puzzle to solve.