denisalove's Letters
Dear Me,
This is my time
You have dreams bigger than the Eiffel tower and even milky ways I spend my days planning for the next
Becoming better than the best
Bracing myself for impact until I collide
with the version of me
whose dreams are reality
No dead ideas keep a low mortality
Meaning everything in me must be birthed to life
Or else…read more
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