She was love, she was attitude, she was strength wrapped in beauty. She was the type of woman who struck fear into the hearts of weak men. She was the type of woman that only a strong man could adore. - r.h. sin
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Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b