it’s better to walk away
than to run with fake friends
no use for excuses
so bad things come to an end
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it’s better to walk away
than to run with fake friends
no use for excuses
so bad things come to an end
I know a few things to be true. I do not know where I am going, where I have come from is disappearing, I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing
Scarlett’s feelings came in colors even brighter than usual. The urgent red of burning coals. The eager green of new grass buds. The frenzied yellow of a flapping bird’s feathers.
There were many beautiful young men in the world, but Tella believed that none of them could be trusted with something as fragile, or valuable, as a heart.
Only those who persevere can find their true ending.
Saying something was for someone else’s own good was almost always another way of justifying something wrong.
It's better this way, sister. There's more to life than staying safe...