I felt that pain is a woman’s friend.’  ‘That is the danger.’  ‘I also felt that pain has it’s limits.’  ‘That is the salvation. Don’t forget that.

So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon’tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglassI’veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme….

The highest level of creativity is to create a new life. Such is the level of each woman. Its foolish to consider them powerless

The price of greatness is responsibility.

Written By Thinker Belle

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