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One tiny Hobbit against all the evil the world could muster. A sane being would have given up, but Samwise burned with a magnificent madness, a glowing obsession to surmount every obstacle, to find Frodo, destroy the Ring, and cleanse Middle Earth of its festering malignancy. She knew she would try again. Fail, perhaps. And try once more. A thousand, thousand times if need be, but she would not give up the quest.

I used to be that woman who begged for love, who waited for a man to tell her she wasn’t broken….but I wasn’t broken. I became one of those women who had no room for a man because her car was full of flowers and pastries. I became one of those women that men don’t know how to love because they just weren’t quite sure where to put their hands, where to kiss. I became one of those women that men tried to capture and hold close…one of those women that slip through their fingers.
You see, I fell in love with life
and the wind whispered,

‘Why didn’t you stay? 
Why didn’t you fight?’

I did fight.

I just didn’t fight for him anymore.

I fought for me.

Whispering Bones, by Drew Hairgrove
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