wtorek, 21 kwietnia 2026

Let the storm wake me up and shout at me that I have the right to be a happy woman. Let the thunder scold me for lying in dead thoughts for so long. Let the lightning scare me, so that I no longer allow dryness to enter my soul. We have the right to life, we have the right to love. We have the right to heal ourselves at least with memories.

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