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Every night, she wrote her heart onto papers and hid them under her pillow,

for that was another way to lay all her thoughts no matter how chaos they're.

There were always a blank paper and a black pen to write more about the sunshine beams that resonated within her soul.

No judgements, no doubts, no criticism; just words, stars, magic, and her.

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