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As the tears trickle down her face she sits and ponders.
She thinks of all she has done and all she will do.
She thinks,
Overthinks,
and begins to analyze her being.

The dark and stormy clouds begin to form.
Once it begins to pour the negative thoughts thicken.
Her mind is clouded.
How do I escape? She wonders.
How do I run from the storm? She ponders.

There seems to be no end in sight...
Until in the midst of the dark stormy clouds there is a break;
A gleam of willpower!
And in just an instant the storm was shielded.
The one glimpse of light, rest, and prosperity was enough!

It was enough to set her free.
It was enough to release her soul from all anxieties.
It was just enough to shield her from the storm.

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