In a storm in my best dress FEARLESS.
I hope you get the chance to live like you were dying
We were given: Two hands to hold. Two legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find
Make peace with your imperfections
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