In life the key is patience.

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In life the key is patience.
My veins of ice and such chilliness does not alarm me. I require to be alone.
The sound of laughter is beyond words, reminding us we are human.
This was, in words simply contentment, unlike any other, feel these quiet moments with me. Stay a few minutes and look at the stars.
If I had the chance to live would I take it? Would I do more? Or nothing?
Her soul is beginning to lift in the stillness and accept her own worthiness.
That mysterious woman could knock a man dead - bright eyes that carry him in cold water and blue.
Vengeance burned within me, and pursued the desire of my soul.
I have anxiety about female assertion - being both female and writer. Female creativity is both fascinating and frightening to critics.
It was very clear this silence, quiet and gentle would certainly show me what I am to do.