Sweetest Lemonade

We were someone's cinnamon heart candy. Then someone else's thunderstorm. We became like the birds that soar high. We were the girls who traded our voices for legs. We were the forgotten nightingales that ruled lonely nights. Our stories are tragically beautiful yet so beautifully tragic.

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