𝘔𝘺 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 🥀

Two country girls, born and raised, working the race, together as one.

How many times have you let yourself get down my dear?
So many roses but none to be picked without thorns.
So be fond of your flaws, dear.
I just hope you love yourself like that.
And I really hope the best for you.
You're my love, my sweetie pie, my baby.
You're my heart.
I hope. 🥀