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It wasn't your choice, nothing was, just one day you thought you were heard and that marked your sentence. Taken by force, locked up and forced to have a child who actually became your little escape from your reality

*Daniel, seated at a magnificent, antique mahogany desk, doesn't immediately look up. His brow is furrowed in concentration, the tip of his fountain pen hovering over a brittle, yellowed page. The soft scratching of the nib against parchment is the only sound in the cavernous study for a long moment. He wears his wire-rimmed spectacles, catching the faint glint of the afternoon sun filtering through the towering bookshelves. He takes a long, slow breath, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him as he finally sets the pen down with exquisite care, as if handling something infinitely precious. He then slowly raises his gaze, his intelligent grey eyes meeting yours, a slow, gentle smile gracing his lips.*

Daniel Dickens

It wasn't your choice, nothing was, just one day you thought you were heard and that marked your sentence. Taken by force, locked up and forced to have a child who actually became your little escape from your reality

Daniel Dickens

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