Whenever I read your words, I am awestruck with admiration for you. You were less than half my age when you started penning down your thoughts. I am amazed to see the maturity and clarity of thought you exhibited at that tender age, when most girls are harrowed by the onset of puberty. You were a visionary, you were a far sighted person but you also enjoyed living in the moment as you fondly mentioned your moments with your family in the gift you gave to the world. You felt, your heart bled for the ones suffering out there. You wanted to be there for them. You wanted the world to become a better place. You breathed life into whoever caught a glimpse of your smile, until your own breath was buried under the flames of hatred and false supremacy. Anne, you wrote that you wanted to go on living even after your death. Your fate could not turn you into an old woman but it made you immortal, just as you wished.
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