In golden frames, I wear my crown,
But the fear of failing can weigh me down.
Amidst tender smiles, a storm brews inside,Cloaked in love, a princess adored,
Yet shadows whisper of expectations stored.
In every gesture, a weight I disguise,
Afraid that my stumbles will dim their skies.
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ECHOES OF THOUGHT 💭
PoetryHi friends! I've always dreamed of writing and sharing my stories, but confidence has held me back. Today, I'm taking a step forward and starting my writing journey right here. On this account, you'll find a collection of poems and writings on vari...
