She wasn't born herself
She found herself
Over a long and treacherous road
And the more treacherous the road became
The more of herself she found
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoesieShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
