Fire
She was the one who gave me her fire, burned me with her words. But she can be sure of one thing. I don't care if she underestimates me. Cause' I don't need to worry, I know my strength.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
