Dreams are in reach for me, I love as long as I am alive, I laugh as if I'm breathing, and I make everything beautiful around me when I can reach out and touch it. Poetry is my secret world and the camera sees how I see life… it is so perfectly messed up and fucking unreal… yet I love it so much…. but underneath it all I'm just free
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All I can think to say is “Wow.”
She should have been Time’s Person of the Year.
True dat ^. Happy International Women’s Day!!!