“Though I may change, my heart does not, for I am but its reflection, and may that reflection be more true with every passing day”.
No clue where my brains pulling that one from, but it felt fitting. It feels like such a simple thing, the want to be accepted for who you really are, yet it brings a complex hurt when you realize how hard that can be to get.
“Though I may change, my heart does not, for I am but its reflection, and may that reflection be more true with every passing day”.
No clue where my brains pulling that one from, but it felt fitting. It feels like such a simple thing, the want to be accepted for who you really are, yet it brings a complex hurt when you realize how hard that can be to get.