When I woke up, the first thing I felt was pain.
Not sharp—heavy. Like my head was stuffed with cotton and my body didn’t belong to me. My mouth tasted bitter, my throat dry. My hair felt rough, tangled, lifeless against my face.
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My only goal as a writer is simple yet powerful — to change a girl’s mind about herself. Through my stories, I want every girl to believe that she is the best, and she deserves nothing less than the best.
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