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Nov 2016
Back then, whenever I see you,
My stomach flutters and my cheeks turns into a red hue
It was like the butterflies
         are singing and dancing gracefully at the sight of you

But now, the butterflies turn into wasps
That whenever I see you, I am losing my grasp
Eating my whole system
          and instead of love, an excruciating pain
Butterflies and wasps, which is which?



Been very busy lately...
Isabelle
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Isabelle  30/F/Philippines
(30/F/Philippines)   
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