Category : Diary/Journal

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She is the sweet summer dream and the cold winter nights. She is what they call 'beautiful'. She is home to ferocious storms and tormenting thunders. But she is beautiful. Her eyes want to be dry again and her heart longs to be free. But she is beautiful. Her wings are torn apart by what she thought was love, and her poems no more have peace in them. But she is beautiful. She is surviving. AND she is beautiful ❤️