September Love by Lang Leav

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   Sharing your poetry with the world is comparable to opening up your journal, full of your deepest vulnerabilities and desires, and allowing the world to read.

   After all, you are a woman, and long before they punish you for what you've done, they will punish you for what you are.

   Love has spoilt me, but I don't miss a man I have to chase.

   You are made of the all things you have loved. You are made of the all things you have lost. And both contribute in equal measure to your beauty and your brilliance.

   For once you truly believe no one is beneath you ---- you will see no one is above.

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