I miss them.
I miss them all.
They're all gone.
I fly back to the ruins in hopes to find what I lost.
It was all in vain. Everything is truly gone.
Emptiness fills my heart once again.
I can continue to go on like this.
It's time for me to move on.
I spread my wings and fly away from what I once known
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Pouf, The Most Hated Butterfly
FanfictionHis love language was too different for the world. His love was too strong for the world to understand it. The world hated him and he suffered for it. So if he survives, how will he navigate the world alone? Story of Pouf (In diary format) -the chap...
