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Neon butterflies beat their wings against the soft darkness of inside of my eyelids Nothing short of searing pain And the ache that’s grown over months of slaving through your life Not being a human But a prisoner to everything
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Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
Butterflies
Neon butterflies beat their wings against the soft darkness of inside of my eyelids Nothing short of searing pain And the ache that’s grown over months of slaving through your life Not being a human But a prisoner to everything
DulcetDarby
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Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
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