When I was 18 I met my first love.
I healed from self inflicted wounds.
When I was 19 I realized expectation could be blinding.
Every action dictated by a love that reached so far.
When I was 20 I went to a place.
One I had only mingled with in my late night state.
When I was 21 I found my soul at it’s weakest.
Most vulnerable and beautiful moment.
When I was 22 I found what true love was.
Love that came from within.
At 22 I am becoming unearthed.
My roots are descending.
Please be sure to credit or link back to me if you use any of my photos or work.
Thank you!
~LittleMissRed~
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