Category: BROKE
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Crazy Traffic
It don’t have to make sense now. The pieces may not add up. There are gaps in the scene. Broken moments of triumph that show painted truth covered by the mirage. But one day all the things that you didn’t understand will show themselves clearly in your rear-view. Until then let your hair blow in…
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Vase
Scorn is serious. Once a heart is broken, it’s the equivalent of gluing a porcelain vase back together. It can no longer hold water and you can always see the cracks. That’s the nature of romance derailed. It isn’t easy but if you’re still in love it’s worth fighting for sometimes. Love Esha <3
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God: A True Friend
When my Dad died and my boyfriend turned into a nightmare on squeaky wheels. God held my hand and gathered together the pieces of my broken heart and for that I am forever grateful. Because my life has been one train wreck after another. But now I don’t feel so alone anymore. I have a…
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Lovely Freedom
Freedom isn’t free. But you have the option to choose. Do what’s right for your soul. Choose the path that doesn’t destroy the flourishing loveliness inside of you. A life of substance blooms with the aroma of sweet roses. An evil one rots with the smell of broken promises and decaying corpses. Never allow your…
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If It Ain’t Broke
Don’t mess with the imperfection of something that’s already perfect. Love always, Esha
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Burned Fantasy
Burned Fantasy dark green eyes tell jealous tales of love stolen turned into a heart broken but time turns resentment numb as feelings of peace and exstacy return to a person forgotten in exchange for a lesson learned a dreamer slighted and a fantasy land burned Love always, Esha <3
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Love Reunited
Love Reunited I will take your broken pieces Glue them together again And make you whole Reunited by a love That won’t let go Love always, Esha <3
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Internal Battle
Internal Battle I refuse to give up! Death is no place for hope Nightmares leave me trembling with fright Hatred radiates through my flesh Instability wrecks havoc in my life Confusion emboldens a broken soul Can God hear the prayers of a sinner With no where left to go? In the depths of my sadness,…
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Elite Rules
Elite Rules The rules never apply to those who make them. They only apply to common folk. Who work hard but are still broke. But we make car engines purr… We make planes soar… We stitch the ensembles fashion week in Paris adores… But the elites build the reality we settle for. How long before…
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