I'm not the kind of woman who locks her heart away in a delicate cage. Mine beats fiercely, exposed, unbridled raw and reckless , either worn proudly on my sleeve, held tenderly in my hands, or surrendered completely to the unknown.
Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
I'm not the kind of woman who locks her heart away in a delicate cage. Mine beats fiercely, exposed, unbridled raw and reckless , either worn proudly on my sleeve, held tenderly in my hands, or surrendered completely to the unknown.
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