Thursday, December 10, 2015

A woman’s little gripes



The emotion that feel is in the mirror, it is a series of silent melodies, it is the flame of freedom that burns in my heart. It is my belief unwavering, it is the pain that felt so deep, and life flows as a gift, as white heart

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