literary catharsis 2025-09-14T22:48:33Z
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Rain lashed against my apartment windows like angry fists, each droplet echoing the frustration boiling in my chest. Another 14-hour workday ended with my boss shredding the proposal I'd bled over for weeks. My hands shook as I fumbled for my phone - not to check emails, but to claw back some sliver of myself from the corporate meat grinder. That's when PopNovel's midnight-blue icon glowed in the dark, a lighthouse in my emotional storm.