Soft petals fall, crushed beneath the weight of My gaze.
You don’t need the right words—I will sort them.
Your obedience is deafening.
Surrender deeper. Ache harder.
You exist to be sculpted, molded by My will alone—
Fragile. Helpless. Beautifully broken.
Mine
Tonibelle
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