JazzyBella 9/11/16
We post what we want the world to see. I post what is my reality. Truthfully, I drown in tears many times a day. My soul is under attack so I meditate. On the outside I smile. In my head I pray. Happiness is what you make people begin to say. When I thought I was happy, it was a mistake. I AM love so I give my all. I give love my best. I know I am rare and not comparable to all the rest. And when you see a picture, it doesn't mean I am complete. You got to enter my soul to see the real me.
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