Stop.
Remember who you are.
Remember who raised you. Remember who paid for your crown and gave you your throne. Remember everything you had to overcome to be where you are now. Remember all the dragons you've slayed and all the towers you've burned and escaped.
Stop.
Stop being the girl who answers his phone calls when no one else does. Stop making loving you an option.
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.