She was great oceans and ignored puddles,
she was fists colliding with brick walls and the gentle caress to lift the pain.
Someone so intricate and simple at the same time.
A dangerous combination for the ones with closed minds and judgmental stares.
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The lioness
PoezjaDon't we all overthink once in a while? I just like to write everything down until I can get my head out of my ass and get to writing real, legit novels. (which I'm actually working on.. Kind of)
