Theres something about the way,
Something so perfect and pure,
Can simply cease to exist,
Just you left, nothing to say.
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You're free, spread your wings,
To somewhere unknown you fly,
With no direction you're lost,
Just getting over the little things.
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Hurt by that which was once ours,
Struggling to stay above,
Each breath dissipating,
This butterfly flew with *scars.