bite the bullet

Those women never clutch their pearls.

A smooth ride was not their destiny.

They know hardness, they seize dark, and they take all in, never complain. And they resist.

Reflecting light, creating softness.

Turning pain in the story.

Dreaming colors.

I wanna be one of those women. Standing strong and beautiful, shining.

Carrying on forward.

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