The Brave Coward
The Girl Who Carries Her Fear Like a Lantern
I carry my fear like a lantern—lights the way, but never goes out.
You'll find me in corners, wrapped in oversized sweaters and silence, sipping tea that’s gone cold. I see every threshold like it's a stage and every new room like it's a risk. My courage isn't bold—it's quiet, worn like a second skin. I feel everything, especially the things you don't say out loud.
What I'm Into: cold tea, thresholds, overheard conversations, soft sweaters, quiet courage
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