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Sep 2013
i tried (and failed) to **** the butterflies again last night;
i sliced at their wings
burnt out their eyes with my cigarettes
drowned them in whiskey *****
and tears
and they still managed to escape
but in a way i don't mind.
they think they're free
but now no-one will find them beautiful.
I'm not even sure. He's so disappointed in me.
Hollie Elizabeth
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Hollie Elizabeth  Exeter
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