"She couldn’t remember who, but someone had told her, “if you don’t have something you would die for, then what could you possibly be living for?” It haunted her on mornings so black and cold they felt like cracked glass. It lay in bed next to her, lurking, leering but never leaving; ten years waking up cloaked in consternation was too much.

So on that day the girl lifted her tired, bedraggled body out of bed and shook off ten years of skipped sunsets and false starts. Looking at herself for the first time she scrawled in her perfect handwriting, “I won’t be quiet, I won’t be still”. She was determined to find something worth dying for, even if it ended up being herself.”

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