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Sep 2018
What's this pit of butterflies doing in my stomach?

Dancing in the dark like there won't be another start...

When did the sky become so black?

I can feel it's pressure click like a living trap...

When did Fear starting leaving its home?

It never really looked away from its phone...

When did the good of this world fall?

It's started with the butterflies, of all...
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