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Apr 2014
Standing up, dusting off, pulling free
All she wanted was for you to see.
You had so much love to give
but you held back and wouldn't live.
All you talked about was getting out
with no mind to what she was about.
You had so much in common
but you never knew....
Why did it have to be so hard?
Why so scared and so marred?
She poured out every last drop
as if it could make you stop.
Giving you every ounce
as if it even counts.
But you needed a savior,
and she had lost all favor.
She had a glimpse of what used to be
and oh how she missed it desperately.
There are no more chips left on the table...
The Butterfly
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The Butterfly  in Neverland
(in Neverland)   
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   Zaynub and ---
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