The Beauty And Tragedy Of The Butterfly Effect
My darling, every seven years your skin cells die and renew themselves, renew you. There will be skin he has never touched and the bad memories in the shape of tattoos will fade.
Nosipho Dlamini
I’m a girl, once brokenhearted using her words and poetry to heal her everyday, and hopefully encourage healing in the lives of others.
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Nosipho Dlamini