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Sep 2014
I was doing so well,

Really.

Watching my butterfly fly and fade away...

Until the empty, lonely urge couldn't be helped,

And I watched my butterfly die...
Rhymes With Purple, it was yours.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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