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The paper was blank, as it had been for weeks, staring up at her from that lonely writing desk that she always sat at before she went to sleep. The edges were black with cigarette burns, because she liked how it looked.

She needed to get it out, all of it. She needed her feelings to be gone, to never surface again. It was the only way she would be able to move on.

Slowly, she grabbed one of the pens that she kept in a small tin. Her hands shook as she uncapped it, pressing the tip of it to the paper. Then she started forming letters.

At the end, it was only two words, but they were the words she needed to see, and maybe one day, to say. That voice, wherever it was, would defeat the way she had felt for so long.

Let Go.

Description
The paper was blank, as it had been for weeks, staring up at her from that lonely writing desk that she always sat at before she went to sleep. The edges were black with cigarette burns, because she liked how it looked.

She needed to get it out, all of it. She needed her feelings to be gone, to never surface again. It was the only way she would be able to move on.

Slowly, she grabbed one of the pens that she kept in a small tin. Her hands shook as she uncapped it, pressing the tip of it to the paper. Then she started forming letters.

At the end, it was only two words, but they were the words she needed to see, and maybe one day, to say. That voice, wherever it was, would defeat the way she had felt for so long.

Let Go.