I drew a butterfly at my wrist,
in hope that this feeling would no longer persist.
But things got bad and I started to cry so my butterfly on my wrist, it had to die. Once again i tried to set myself free but it seemed my thoughts had stolen the key. So this butterfly lived a very short life killed with fear and a very sharped knife.
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