𝖬𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 π—‚π—Œ π—Œπ—ˆ 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽



She conquered all her demons and wore her scars like wings.



It's hard to forget your past when it's written all over your body.



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