your wings turned black today but you're still in my heart get out get out get out i love you when your wings fall off you'll still be in my heart i hate you.
"Raise your daughters to shout, to scream, to hold their heads up high for being themselves before society tries to teach them how to silence themselves, how to wear shame like it is a second skin. Let them taste rebellion from the moment they are born and watch them become flames to start a revolution.” ~ Nikita Gill
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