I know the feeling, I was broken once, And no one loved me!

At this very moment,Millions of humans are making love,Fiery passion, and infinite bliss. Many who make itWill reproduce, making a new heart,Full of energy and grit These little beating heartsWill grow, mingle, and make moreAnd more love, driving up the charts. So, why is it still so well-knownThat among usSo little love is shown? Indeed,... Continue Reading →

Untamed

The thing he loved most about her was not that her heart had no scars, but that she had turned them into something beautiful and fierce. She wore them like tattoos on her body telling her story, a story too untamed to be spoken.

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