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I'm nothing special, I'm just a lost case. I've messed up in the past. Believed he loved me when in reality he was just in love with the thought of me. But that was then. This is now. This is different. This time all my worries have to do with friends. Not all are for death. Some might not even last till the end of this school year. There's too much drama to not cause pain. So to get rid of it all, popping pills is now a habit. Tylenol is my drug. And I think I'm addicted.
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Garden of Butterflies
Short StoryWe are all the same. Fears. Hopes. Dreams. We are butterflies. We can't see our beauty, but others can. We are the butterflies of the garden. The Garden of Butterflies. =^.^= WARNING: If you can not handle cursing and gore then please refrain from...
