The flicker inside me draws you in, like a moth to the proverbial flame. My gaze incinerates, It's not something you can tame. Woman on Fire by Ishva Auset “Too Much”...”Not Enough”... “Too Much”...”Not Enough”... “Too Much”...”Not Enough”... She feels too much, but not enough… Too kind. Too soft. Too sensitive. Too stubborn. …
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