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I screamed to open a channel of sound
I can’t Hear You the figure mouthed through the mute air
Then a joyous smile crossed them
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Mariah Hunt
I love writing different worlds that makes you feel you are the main character. I write different genres as well as bring life to my work. Writing isn't just a hobby of mine, it is way to fully bring out my creative mind.
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