The deepest flowers make the deepest confessions
And I am writing this from the heart
My pain is my pain
And I own it
Nobody is responsible for my actions,
I own my pain because I feel it so deeply
I live in my truth
And I will not apologize!
I inspire those who inspire me
And half of the world
Is not a dreadful place
There is hope somewhere in the garden;
I believe two people can love peacefully,
You and me.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 28th, 2024 22:51
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
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