The Cheerleaders
My world used to be a stage, the roar of the crowd my symphony, every move perfectly choreographed. Now, my stage is your cruel game, and every step I take is a silent scream. You hold my shame in your hands, a truth that could shatter everything I've built. But know this: even a trapped bird still remembers how to fly, and I am far from broken.
About The Cheerleaders
My world used to be a stage, the roar of the crowd my symphony, every move perfectly choreographed. Now, my stage is your cruel game, and every step I take is a silent scream. You hold my shame in your hands, a truth that could shatter everything I've built. But know this: even a trapped bird still remembers how to fly, and I am far from broken.