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Mar 2014
When I say I'm having trouble breathing,
why do you start talking about leaving?
When I spin out of control,
why can't you try to console?
When I hit the floor on my side,
why do you run and hide?
All I need is for you to catch my fall,
but now it seems all you can do is slam me into a wall.
I keep trying to catch my breath,
while you smother me to death.
The Butterfly
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The Butterfly  in Neverland
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