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She felt the pulse inside her chest, that kind of echo inside her own heart that drove her forward. Her eyes started to well, her face fighting gravity, trying not to crumple completely.
Echos are the last gasp of longing for reason, when no other voice is loud enough to silence me, I will shout down my inner scream.
She felt the pulse inside her chest, that kind of echo inside her own heart that drove her forward. Her eyes started to well, her face fighting gravity, trying not to crumple completely.
Echos are the last gasp of longing for reason, when no other voice is loud enough to silence me, I will shout down my inner scream.