Her Lightanger boiled inside of her,
strong and furious.
reasons to lash out ran thru her head.
arguments not to countered them.
tension, frustration and tears filled her.
and then the words came...
"my soul is my own."
suddenly the target of her anger lost its
she would give it no more.
she turned away
and moved towards her Light.
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