I've wanted to write but a book would be the proverbial bird in gilded cage, for fear it might disappear and empty her heart.

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I've wanted to write but a book would be the proverbial bird in gilded cage, for fear it might disappear and empty her heart.

I was caught between what I wanted to say and technique itself. The journey, the creative process is much more intricate, but I hope to begin.

He simply adored me, I loved a man who wanted me.

I don't feel like you needed, or wanted to love.

This is what I wanted but somehow, I'm afraid I'm paralyzed by fear that I let myself believe love has won.

It was easier to hate when your love wasn't wanted.
