Her emotions were once too young, and her fate was like moss on a stone, fragile and doomed to die young. She was tired of sprint races where she could see the finish line before she even started. Actions without initiative are carefully discarded. She does not want to eat, travel, or walk around alone, nor does she want to read, write, or have heart-to-heart conversations alone. She longs for a more determined return, an ideal reset that embraces all sorrows and joys.
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