Butterfly

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She used to be my favorite butterfly.
We would flutter around with Moony, Summer, and Jean.
We would fly around and feel like queens.
Then one day while we're high in the sky,
My favorite butterfly betrayed me for a guy.
At that moment, by all means,
They berated, gaslit, and ripped me like machines.
Oh, my favorite butterfly, why would you make me cry?
With everything, we've been through...
I didn't know someone can do something so cruel.
I thought of the world with you...
I guess that can't be true.
Yet, I thought our friendship was a rare jewel.
All I can do is change, ... Hope, ... And fly free.

By: Me

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