Words for the wounds we hide.
I write stories that bruise, bloom, and breathe-slow-burning love wrapped in silence and storm.
LOVEmotin is not just enemies to lovers,
but self vs. self-
a war within, a love that dares to grow from the wreckage.
Follow for fragile hearts, honest pain, and the kind of healing that hurts first.
- انضمJanuary 14, 2024
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