When the smoke goes down you won't only see who I am but what I was.
The broken girl will always linger on the shoulders of a woman carrying her crown, by her strength and her louboutin heels alone.
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Sun, Moon, and Stars
PoetryThis is a book of non/poetry A book of my thoughts, my feelings, and my everyday life. This started out about me but, now means so much more, this is for you, all of you. Thank you for making my wildest dreams come true!♥️ #961 in poetry, 2-8-18!
