She waited on her white night for centuries. But no man in shining armor saved her from the fire-breathing dragon.
"Fuck it. I'll save myself."
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
Sometimes you have to be your own hero.
She waited on her white night for centuries. But no man in shining armor saved her from the fire-breathing dragon.
"Fuck it. I'll save myself."
