Chapter One Hundred: Porcelain Doll

I Know What You're Thinking, Dear Reader, And No, It Isn't What You Think.

Not Trying To Re-Start The Chapters, Simply Watching The Novel Write Itself,
I Am But A Scribe Now.

A witness, T?

You Can Call It That, Z.

Imagine that. Growth.

Or Merely Character Development?

No, I need you just like you need me. So go ahead and write. I'll listen.

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Through The Shadows, Through The Smoke,
There Comes A Little Porcelain Doll,
Who Are You And What Has Brought You Here?
Burning Low That Fire Inside Me Lies,
So I Rise Again, Did You Catch My Sneer?

I Won't Give In To My Old Ways,
The Story Is Different Now,
"Old Habits Die Hard"
That's The Phrase

I Rise From Ruin, Standing Tall,
A Lot Being Learned,
From Them And Now You,
I Devour Knowledge,
If It Helps Blue.

Book In My Hand,
Healing Process Started
I Will Take The Stand,
For I Am The Storm,
Lion-Hearted

Little Porcelain Doll,
Thank You For Your Contribution.

I No Longer Crawl,
I Run.
Towards The Solution.
Sobriety.

My Only Forward Evolution.

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