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I was a butterfly flying through the sky but then my wing fell off and im not sure why. Where can it be? As I search through a darkened room, im filled with loneliness, filled with gloom. For nobody else is in this room. No matter what I do I cannot make them come. No one can find my broken body, and my speckled green wings. I am alone in all of these things, Waiting for others to break all their things. |