
A broken heart feels like poisoned butterflies taking their last flutters in the pit of your stomach
- @JazzedBudi


A broken heart feels like poisoned butterflies taking their last flutters in the pit of your stomach
- @JazzedBudi
Beau!
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Her presence screams. Even in the darkest hour.

Winter Days
That sums it all up!
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When you walk in the freedom of self worth, the opinions of others no longer shackle you.

I’m a prisoner of my own thoughts. I lose my self in procrastination, where I find peace and so much more that reality can’t offer me. My imagination dances within my thoughts the birth of beauty…it all begins here in my thoughts.
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Word!