Some nights I catch myself staring at my reflection, wondering when I became the kind of woman who doesn't flinch at her own intensity. Growth tastes like wine aged in solitude.
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Some nights I catch myself staring at my reflection, wondering when I became the kind of woman who doesn't flinch at her own intensity. Growth tastes like wine aged in solitude.