Still yawning, she made her way to her desk. It was messy, like all the mornings before. Her computer was put aside and there were clothes strewn around everywhere. She was still tired, even though she slept soundly through almost nine hours, and the girl thought about giving up. Just rest. There was no hurry, after all. But she remembered that there were too many things to do and she realized that, if she could do at least one of them, it would be progress. In her vains ran the blood of strong women. So she cleaned her desk and got started.
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A lawyer who happens to like writing poems, rants and stories. I like daydreaming, playing songs in my head and being paradoxal. I believe that we cannot be put into boxes, that one single word is not able to define the complexity that we, human beings, are. We are all part of the universe, made from pieces of stars. View all posts by Andressa