And so she marched to the drum of her heartbeat. Her skin glowing, the rings on each of her fingers glistening, the wind blowing her hair behind her, until she blinded people when they saw her with her radiance and light, just like the sun.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
Heartbeat
And so she marched to the drum of her heartbeat. Her skin glowing, the rings on each of her fingers glistening, the wind blowing her hair behind her, until she blinded people when they saw her with her radiance and light, just like the sun.